Things don't seem to hurt the way they used to
I guess that there is something to keeping up routine
I need some separation, I always get lost in the day-to-day
I want to clear the smoke to give myself some space I don't feel the way I used to; I used to sometimes fear the future
Painfully aware of death and one day losing all of this and
That alone had kept me chained into one place, until one day
Still wet from birth, my early words...spoke of who I would become!

So I opened up my eyes
Painful as it was to see
I can form the route of every channel to the sea
A part of everything
But where do we begin?
There's a counterbalance, always two means to an end

I've only got so much so self-control
It fights in me like a rabid dog
It's primal and impure, at worst
At best it's out of line
This wasn't meant to be, it growls
A conscience lost is a guilt new found
It's a feeling caught and then beaten down
Another tragic case

Open up your mouth so I can reach
Deep enough inside your soul to pull out any demons you might keep
Lately I've been quite surprised by every time you speak
One day you'll run out of lies and finally cease to be

Who has these conversations?
Scripted to the letter
How's the weather? How's your paycheck?
How's the new year? Still surviving?
I hate to ask, but who have we become?
Approve then disapprove
Inside our separate rooms
Assume you lack a voice and soon
You will collapse under your secrets
I thought that we'd be more than this by now

(I thought that we'd be more than this by now)
I'm not giving up, I'm sure as hell not giving in
I want the honest truth, that's all I ask of you
From water and from rye, a feeling drowned inside
A part of me was taught to never back down from a fight
Is this what I deserve? It's only getting worse
Were you not the one who told to me not to choose my words so lightly?
Flawless at reciting, lines you've practiced for me
I've had enough this time
Still flawless at reciting, lines you've practiced for me
I've had enough this time

Here I find an end
Before another path begins
Perhaps I'll listen to myself for once

Sew up any wounds
Show me what you've got to prove
Perhaps you might step up to this for once

Keep your weather, keep your paycheck
Keep your small talk, I've stopped listening
Perhaps I'm finally coming loose

If all the pieces came together
Imagine what a great adventure
Tell me what we've got to lose

I'm tired now of self control
Now I think the beast has won
I'm think he's quite romantic, but always a faux pas
I hope but can’t assume, that it will back away and soon
But never trust a wolf licking its teeth...