Phenomena
The dark shadow, hanging in the room
Ominous presence, impending doom
The building pressure, maintaining poise
Elevating pleasure to eliminate the noise
Every elements abrasive on the skeleton
Falling down has become the norm
Time is wasted
Real life's adjacent
Tell me now
Now, now, now, yeah
I need to know if I'll be welcomed down below
So tell me, tell me, tell me
Staring in my soul, surrendering control
Facing the darkest of days
I'm gripped by rage
The same grind on repeat
The same routine, biting hard, facing defeat
Change the lens to see a different point of view
The pessimistic optimist who's favourite colours blue
Reflect on sentiment confirm my resolve
Telling hard truths that need to be told
It's written on your face
It's over ya head
Tell me now
Whats the point
Staring in my soul, surrendering control
Facing the darkest of days
I'm gripped by rage
You're standing in your own glass home
And still you throw the fucking stone
When the answer stares you in the face
You turn your back and brace
You're in your own glass home
And still you throw the fucking stone
Struggle for survival
Alone to roam
You've hollowed your senses
And raised your defences
Telling Hard truths that need to be told
Another body being sent down below
Ominous presence, impending doom
The building pressure, maintaining poise
Elevating pleasure to eliminate the noise
Every elements abrasive on the skeleton
Falling down has become the norm
Time is wasted
Real life's adjacent
Tell me now
Now, now, now, yeah
I need to know if I'll be welcomed down below
So tell me, tell me, tell me
Staring in my soul, surrendering control
Facing the darkest of days
I'm gripped by rage
The same grind on repeat
The same routine, biting hard, facing defeat
Change the lens to see a different point of view
The pessimistic optimist who's favourite colours blue
Reflect on sentiment confirm my resolve
Telling hard truths that need to be told
It's written on your face
It's over ya head
Tell me now
Whats the point
Staring in my soul, surrendering control
Facing the darkest of days
I'm gripped by rage
You're standing in your own glass home
And still you throw the fucking stone
When the answer stares you in the face
You turn your back and brace
You're in your own glass home
And still you throw the fucking stone
Struggle for survival
Alone to roam
You've hollowed your senses
And raised your defences
Telling Hard truths that need to be told
Another body being sent down below
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Callaghan
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