I hold my head just to stop the world from spinning
Imagining beginnings takes me
Back to when I was planted on the ground
Unmistaken, never shaken, lately
Golden leaf feels the elements and falls
Exposing barren walls
Why has this become so difficult?
I know I'm not alone, but not enough
Pull rose wool from eyes, it's always obvious but
Cloudy present lies drown out the confidence and
I don't wanna know
Is this all for show?
Apathetic apprehension, call-in questions
Calling me back home, but I can't go back alone
It's a game and now that you mention
All these planes have lost their texture
As I cause a shift in the balance
I know it's hard to fathom this but
Everything is shifted into overdrive
Or maybe it's just my gears that grind to a halt