1. ABIOSIS

I'll wade these stagnant waters for eternity,
Watching for your eager hands to slow for me.
Ah and there's never any traffic riding these highways,
The pavement burns due only to the sun's pale gaze.

Will it always be this way for me?
Walking on such abiotic fringes.
All of my patience hasn't paid for me.
But sooner, or later...

I roam through empty hallways and stale corridors,
Rusted are the pipelines from which life once poured.
And stairs leave off to ancient depths of still debris,
Mist licks at their severed ends and blackness proceeds.

Will it always be this way for me?
Walking on such abiotic fringes.
All of my patience hasn't paid for me.
But sooner, or later...

Little differentiates the night from the day.
The new sun becomes muted but continues to plague me.
My eyes stay fixed on the unhealing wounded sky,
It won't let me forget the grave reason why.

Will it always be this way for me?
Walking on such abiotic fringes.
All of my patience hasn't paid for me.
But sooner, or later...


2. YOURS

What do you do when you're told what you already know
All the while, your time is waning
It's all there so why not take your fill
Oh, remind yourself that it's okay
Soak it all up while you still can
These reveries prove they are far too complex
To recall
They manifest what's left of yours and what's mine
How can I draw the line

Remind yourself that nothing is for sure
You're forced now to answer the question you tried to ignore
So just keep an eye on what's yours

As you are waiting there are thoughts of evading because
We both know, you're not so patient
Just throw down your dim regards
Oh, you bleed because it's easier
Then just enduring what ties you now

Remind yourself that nothing is for sure
You're forced now to answer the question you tried to ignore
So just keep an eye on what's yours


3. NARCOLEPSY

You came to me, you stayed with me, suspended me.
You brought me to complacency, then dropped me.

Your absence paralyses me.
What became of productivity?
Bitterness is company.
Keeps the train of tension,
While I wait...

Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
And it's harder than I thought it would be to contain.

Vexed by remembrances of instances,
All catalogued inside my head to be replayed again.

When all's quiet I'll contemplate them,
Till I haven't the energy.
A comforting psychosis,
Sends me back to sleep,
Again...

Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
And it's harder than I thought it would be to contain.