Wanderwood (So What)

Is it in my nature
A call to release the tide
These endless wells
These endless wells
These endless wells
Ceaselessly pouring forth

So sick
So tired
So what's the point
Coursing with this aimless drive
No more than a slave to ambition
Am I more than just my condition

I hate this caricature
The act itself is reductive
You can only hide
You can only hide
You can only hide so much
Overshadowed by the thought

So sick
So tired
So what's the point
Coursing with this aimless drive
No more than a slave to ambition
Am I more than just my condition

No more than a slave to ambition
Am I more than just my condition
No more than a slave to ambition
Am I more than just my condition



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Velazquez
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