The Tower
Woke up with a buzzing
Something like dread
Curdles in my stomach
Bubbles in my head
Swallows up my vision
Spits it out dead
My life is being written with everything it says
A voice like a razer whispers from the edge
The conviction of a savior standing on a ledge
It mocks me for my efforts
Taunting and intense
Flaunting all the power of song and bitter ends
A ghost inside a tower I'm hollowed in resolve
I'm pondering the hours as I'm wandering the halls
Longing for the sour confusion to dissolve
As it feeds upon the very movement of my thoughts
And useless memories of God flood my inner child with faith
Poisoned by eternal grace
Stripped of any normal aims
Scouring the pain
Searching for a reason that can empty me of feeling and the burden of believing
I can't
But I will
How awful is the morrow when the present is ill
How bottled is the sorrow when the only thing real
Is completely inaccessible to anybody else
Stealth of the truth
Laugh of the sage
Silence of the void
Shackles and chains
Tactful aims
What magical pain
No chance could I have to actually change
When I fathom only phantom dreams of feeling holy happenings
Yet stand in tandem with a fear that is a mirror entrapping me
I imagine lasting beams of vibrant light awakening
My blackened being from shadow sleep
My frightened mind a panicked heap
Woke up with a voice scattered in my head
Madness in my mind unravels what it says
Sacred form of code
Message for a mystic who has grandiose intentions and a transcendental vision
Find your medications
You're losing any sense of separation in the tower of your head
A coward you've become in pursuit of greatness
Confusing peace of mind with your clever aspirations
And I thought that I was wise when I felt that I had made it
Out the tower of my mind but I was lying in the basement
Dreaming like a fool with my drooling inclinations
I was tempted and consumed by the tune of revelation
What an indignation what a pseudo celebration
What a loser's contemplation wish the mover could unmake him
Would a bullet to the brain be too intrusive and invasive
To remove him from delusion without losing what is sacred
Find a way
And I will
How awful is the morrow when the present is ill
How bottled is the sorrow when the only thing real
Is completely inaccessible to anybody else
Why can't I awake when I know it's a dream
With everything at stake how can my soul sleep
How come I know that I'm secretly God
Hiding in a form that's trying to dissolve
Something like dread
Curdles in my stomach
Bubbles in my head
Swallows up my vision
Spits it out dead
My life is being written with everything it says
A voice like a razer whispers from the edge
The conviction of a savior standing on a ledge
It mocks me for my efforts
Taunting and intense
Flaunting all the power of song and bitter ends
A ghost inside a tower I'm hollowed in resolve
I'm pondering the hours as I'm wandering the halls
Longing for the sour confusion to dissolve
As it feeds upon the very movement of my thoughts
And useless memories of God flood my inner child with faith
Poisoned by eternal grace
Stripped of any normal aims
Scouring the pain
Searching for a reason that can empty me of feeling and the burden of believing
I can't
But I will
How awful is the morrow when the present is ill
How bottled is the sorrow when the only thing real
Is completely inaccessible to anybody else
Stealth of the truth
Laugh of the sage
Silence of the void
Shackles and chains
Tactful aims
What magical pain
No chance could I have to actually change
When I fathom only phantom dreams of feeling holy happenings
Yet stand in tandem with a fear that is a mirror entrapping me
I imagine lasting beams of vibrant light awakening
My blackened being from shadow sleep
My frightened mind a panicked heap
Woke up with a voice scattered in my head
Madness in my mind unravels what it says
Sacred form of code
Message for a mystic who has grandiose intentions and a transcendental vision
Find your medications
You're losing any sense of separation in the tower of your head
A coward you've become in pursuit of greatness
Confusing peace of mind with your clever aspirations
And I thought that I was wise when I felt that I had made it
Out the tower of my mind but I was lying in the basement
Dreaming like a fool with my drooling inclinations
I was tempted and consumed by the tune of revelation
What an indignation what a pseudo celebration
What a loser's contemplation wish the mover could unmake him
Would a bullet to the brain be too intrusive and invasive
To remove him from delusion without losing what is sacred
Find a way
And I will
How awful is the morrow when the present is ill
How bottled is the sorrow when the only thing real
Is completely inaccessible to anybody else
Why can't I awake when I know it's a dream
With everything at stake how can my soul sleep
How come I know that I'm secretly God
Hiding in a form that's trying to dissolve
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Hutchinson
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