Turn It Off

I scraped my knees while I was praying

And found a demon in my safest haven

Seems like, it’s getting harder to believe in anything

And just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts

I want to know what it’d be like

To find perfection in my pride

To see nothing in the light

But turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite

I’ll turn it off

And the worst part is before it gets any better

We’re headed for a cliff

That in the free-fall I will realize

I’m better off when I hit the bottom

The tragedy, it seems unending

I’m watching everyone I looked up to breaking, bending

We’re taking shortcuts, and false solutions

Just to come out the hero

Well I can see behind the curtain

The wheels are cranking, turning

It’s all wrong the way we’re working

Towards a goal that’s non-existent, that’s non-existent

But we just keep believing

And the worst part is before it gets any better

We’re headed for a cliff

That in the free-fall I will realize

I’m better off when I hit the bottom

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