Exciting feelings have taken control of me and it\'s a tall order to escape
The blood in my body frantically dashing to the unexplored corners
If I could I would, but it\'s a process, not a race, to remember
Nothing warms the cockles of my heart
Wrapped in sheets of wind
In a moonlit graveyard, I need something to believe in
Something more than a reason, something more than your validation
Dolour is my prison and I\'m a cloud drifting in a poetic state
Limbs are thrown out of place like stepping stones
Stretching and twisting like clay
In the rain I consist of dreams, strange happenings
Under construction, I am the definition of a dreamer
Burning the candles at both ends, always in dark streets
Trying to make everything perfect, I fail at my attempts
It doesn\'t make sense, but then nothing does
So I burst into a wide range of neon colours
In the grip of your hold, those morning bird calls
I see myself on the same road and yesterday feels like forever ago
Slipping from my fingertips like the sands of time
On the stairs to nowhere
I have taken the form of a risk taking merchant
With a guilty conscience, wounded in the web of desire
I\'ve never felt more out of place, wordless, I am aching
Falling like petals and embers breaking into fragments
Into fine atoms, into pink mist
Split in half, at cross purposes, I glitch
I have crystallized like honey, spellbound by it
The mirror tells me lies and now it is clear to me
I\'m not the person I want to be, enchanted
Diamond on the run
Glowing like mined gypsum
I tried to fix my expression, but the birds are wayward
Abrasive and extraneous in every way
I refuse to die on the sharp edge like the yes-man
On the ridge with a new appetite and a new stomach
A meteor is blazing through me, has penetrated my walls
Shined the stonewashed milkbone and pierced the core like daylight
Burning holes, sentimental openings in my explosions
Steering into babels, things I don\'t understand
Nowadays I am a stranger to myself
Small in comparison to men
Opposite of anodyne, in comparison to the stars
I am unwilling to believe in magic
My eyes have not been tricked, at least not yet
And as far as I\'m concerned my ears are not waterlogged
I can\'t be duped by delusions of greater beings
I need something more to believe in
Something real
I am a magnet, a lost reflection
Numb in the endless abyss of uncertainty
I opened the window to throw out my etiquette
But found it torn in the rubble of protracted feelings
Next to a series of helping hands, and turned a blind eye
To the truth and sugar-coated lies, but not anymore
I\'ve been saying \"please\" and \"thank you\"
Trying to make everything perfect
I\'ve pulled the light through and trifled with life
Even though there\'s been no sensible ratiocination
I\'ve been listening to the bells of acedia and saudade
Repleted on a voyage out of the darkness
The eye wanders away like the ocean\'s spray
Or a fidgeting pilgrim with no concrete home
Holding the atomic weight of lead
The eye is a constant, wondering and rebellious soul
A river taking root, falling out of its flesh, its skin, then falling back in
Propelled by wanderlust, retracted out of shape
Following the stratagem
Going towards the deathly scream of hope like I muddle along
Praying everything will work out well, it has to
I\'ve never been more overflowing
My body is full of love
Now I can see a way out of the storm
Something sneezing and coughing and sweating
Something drinking and binging and still going strong
I am a riptide in the water-like sky rippling
It has taken a lifetime to kick the habit
To wake up and snap out of it
I can\'t believe I done it
I was convinced I was good-for-nothing
Unable to wrap my head around it
I was like water
Trying to find things to fill
I was like a flagon ready to pour
After a while, I half-smiled, raising my eyebrow
Out of curiosity, I found an expedient solution to the problem
Rinsed away the abrasive liquids on my tongue
Unfastened myself from the illusion
Bent on things going to plan
The hardest part was the grim reality of the goodbye
The nightmare of a misadventure
It\'s easier to tell myself I don\'t care
Than to come to terms with a catalogue of addictions
In my hands, like pills in my palms
When I feel like I could keel over, in circles
Waiting for a miracle, for something special
It is incumbent, I think, to think, when there\'s no concord
No trace of a doctrine in my elastic world of pixels
At the mercy of a constellation
I\'m holding my cards close to my chest
Expanding like silver bullets.