Woke up again to an empty pocket scene,
I can't pretend that this is where I want to be,
The tide flowing, this body's rolling into the sea.

You see these bones, they're black and charred from all these years.
They've lost control of this wheel. It's so unclear,
Of where to go, of what to know, I've lost control.


And it's feels like every day's the same fight
Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am.

And this half-life that I'm leading, it's all so demeaning.
But I am doing what I can to stand again.


Just want the ground to stop moving from my feet,
Sick of the sound this earthquake screams as it defeats,
What was so still, I've lost the will to calm this down.

Got flint and steel, given in this arctic night.
Had all the skills needed to set these thoughts alight,
But as some sick sort of joke, came the rain, oh how it poured,

down over me, all over me.

And it's feels like every day's the same fight

Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am.
And this half-life that I'm leading, it's all so demeaning.
But I am doing what I can to stand again, to stand again.


And it's feels like every day's the same fight
Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am.

And this half-life that I'm leading, it's all so demeaning.
But I am doing what I can to stand again.