35 PSI - UNCHOCOLATE Lyrics

We suffer way too much to let it go
Whatever places we will never know
When time is fast but changing slow
Another space to feel alone
It's not a test
But we can be the very best
Better than the rest
We commit to what we know will kill us
We are not afraid to die
One mistake will lead to another
As long as we are willing to give it a try
Which route presents itself?
No matter what we pick we're losing
We can't convince ourself
We want a reason that's confusing
The one that fits the cell
The key to most of what we know will kill us
We are not afraid to die
One mistake will lead to another
As long as we are willing to give it a try

Trying to fill a hole
For what?
Nothing's moving
Nothing's set
Leaving when it counts
Not yet
We're coming home
We're greeted with open arms who worry what we've done
What have we become?
Something ONE CANNOT

One can of worms to sell
We wipe it clean when we abuse it
Why can't we taste ourself?
Somebody wants to.

No one will kill us
We are not afraid to die
One mistake will lead to another
As long as we are willing to give it a try

Hardened, calloused
Craving no affection

Bartered malice
Waiting for rejection

It's gone
It's gone
A stone for way too long
Now it's all gone

It's gone
It's gone
A stone for way too long
Now it's all gone

Father Alice
Taking all perception

Now it's gone
All our perception

It's gone
It's gone
A stone for way too long
Now it's all gone

For what it's worth
Nothing is something worth doing
No time is wasted
Far from what's created
So glad we waited

For what it's worth
Healing is silent
Post-human
Metaphor for greater understanding
So sad we're pacing

When we find ourselves a part of the whole
Will the pieces come together?

For what it's worth
Something is going on
Worth seeing
So far it's shirtless
And it's breathing
Sounds like a reason

Whatever's pressing takes no precedence
There's evidence that someone left us here with no responsibility
We're paranoid about the end of this reality

It's never gonna end
We've been trying
There's nothing greater than a lesson

What's the point of sentiment when all we know is our progression
Is what we see the end beginning at what we believe?

A possibility
In denial
It's raining under, poring over

What's the point of intellect when all we know is our decisions
Insane and sane will take the place of one another

A possibility
We're in denial
It's raining under poring over
It's raging over pouring water