Sometimes we find ourselves nowhere in particular. Consumed with a kind of empty dread, a numbing feeling of not belonging anywhere and of not knowing where we fit in. It's hard to live in a world that is falling apart and do nothing. The world feels like it's dying, society on the edge of collapse, collective trauma's unaddressed or buried beneath bullshit. And yet in the end all we can do is live our lives and often times we can't even find the strength to do that properly.
Nowhere
Don't think that I've forgotten
I don't think I could ever fall apart
In such a spectacular fashion
Without your help again
Can you find the will?
To help me build this machine
These clockwork trees
To blot out the sun
Absorb all the hope
Until we're all undone
Unraveling each delicate thread
Each threat traced back
To these shrouded beginnings
Underneath this self-same organism
A tour de force - alive and well
Breathing in the dark
Haunted by this, responsibility
The weight of the world
Fix this or be damned forever
And no one fucking cares
Speaking hollow spells
This activism fails
I cannot even take better care
Of my fucking self
Strengthen this delusion
Of how we'd dance once more
For the first time this forgone conclusion
Falls away forever
Don't think that I've been cured
It's turned up to eleven
Can't you help me find the minutes
When midnight's already here?
The alphabet on this spirit board
Is completely alien to me
But I'm just talking to myself
Getting nowhere anyway
Obfuscate all reality
Kiss me and make this disappear
Beneath a thin veneer
Where nothing ever changes
Dissolving this solution
Of how I'm still alone
Fix this or be gone forever
It can never be put fucking together
Head filled with skittering ghosts
Ingesting the ending
On the edge of dancing flames
Under un-centered headings
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