Who the hell am I to think?
The world is but a drying sink
And we are all related
In a way
Just a tiny particle
Underneath a microscope
Flowing through a void unknown
Is this real?
My hope lies in this family tree I know
Broken wishes flowing through my bones
Holding on to all the things we know
And it feels good to know I'm not alone
Life heavy hanging by a rope
Tied aroung my neck, I choke
Felling so restricted
I let go
Gazing through an empty void
Feeling like a baby boy
This world is my conscience
Breathe me in
My hope lies in this family tree I know
Broken wishes flowing through my bones
Holding on to all the things we know
And it feels good to know I'm not alone
And it feels good to know I'm not alone

INVIA LE CORREZIONI