Let go of the unconditional bias
Of the grayest skies if thats what it takes to define us we will try to put our pens to paper
Even though in crippling doubt anxiety dulls the eraser
In sunder, this is bliss. In sunder, this is bliss.
It's to the ceiling of the trees where we hide ourselves beneath
(Gnashing of their teeth against our sides)
Wrapped with snakes that speak in tongues the fear of life it overcomes
(Conveying our deepest apologies of these molting limbs)
I heard him say "I cannot see who I am or what I was
Battered by this emptiness I continue to think of what I've done. I'm done, I'm done"
I am alone, in such a terrible way
I cannot find it how I ended up this way, living in fear of what comes next
Holding the line of which we've walked on a thousand times
Like never ending tunnel where you never get closer to the light
It's to the ceiling of the trees
Where we hide ourselves beneath
(Gnashing of their teeth against our sides)
Wrapped with snakes that speak in tongues the fear of life it overcomes
(Conveying our deepest apologies of these molting limbs)