Press to MECO - The Things That We Don't Talk About Lyrics

I felt the thought compose
Shut down to mull it over alone
All the things we don't talk about
They play upon my mind


I heard your mantra
I sung your hymn
Spawned in accordance to my programming


We're shooting through
The infinite
Trying to forget
Tiptoeing on a tight rope
Caught between realities
And what we're choosing to see


In the end will we awake and will we say
"Oh What a wild ride
Heart lungs and brain confined inside
Such a small and soft shell
I felt fear
I felt the pull of time"


I heard your mantra
I sung your hymn
Spawned in accordance to my programming
Are we fragment of one collected thing?
Do we self destruct every time just to start again?


We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget
Tiptoeing on a tight rope
Caught between realities
And what we're choosing to see
All the things that we don't talk about


We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget
All the things that we don't talk about