Is it funny or is it just sad, the way life pulls in different directions? How you can want something so f****** bad, the dissonance, the disconnection can eat you alive inside. There's a canyon between consistency and complacency, but in so many ways, they all look the same. Am i worried, or dead f****** scared to fall prey to a life of convention. The day in, the day out. The routines set in and the alarm clock wins, the shining of shoes and boredom begins... to eat you alive inside. This fabrics failing. Just let it go. Just let it burn. The fabrics failed me, the sand is gone from the hour glass. So what can you tell me, that you haven't told me in the past. I've opened my eyes, flooded my mind, stepped in the van, the miles, the time, lived a life of a thousand lives. We're out of step, out of line, these hollow threads we're tied behind, Cut these strings, let it die. Cut these strings. Release me.