No False comfort
Mend and conquer
Hold the anesthetic
Because if it's copacetic
I'll finally be on my way
Seeking nothing more than peace of mind that can't be found
On this side of the grave
Set to sail
I'm sinking
Drifting slowly like the sea
I'll keep overthinking
Nothing is what it seems
The tides start to pull and the winds carry me away
This cloud overhead is a reigning plague
Show me the end
Conquer and mend
Hold the anesthetic
Because if it's copacetic
I'll finally be on my way
Seeking nothing more than peace of mind that can't be found
On this side of the grave