Sit. In. Bed. Stare. Blank. Drip. Sweat. Spent.
Trail left behind in your own blood,
You didn't need all that you had took.
Sitting dormant here,
Focused while you stare a hole right through the wall.

Anyone hears your song,
But she can hear you sigh.
Everyone says it's only
A matter of time.
Time.

Calls. Bites. Mornings. Nights. Stories. Lies. Wants. Lives.
You make a few calls.
Take a few bites.
Wake a few mornings.
Stay a few nights.
Make a few stories.
Fake a few lies.
You'll never make it out alive.

You already know.
Come out from underneath these skies.
Come out. You already know.
You already know.
You already know.

The dirt, the weeds, the water,
The engines in the factories,
The machine they call the world,
The energy, the batteries.
Your blood type is the wattage.
Your adrenaline is the surge.
Watch it engage your purpose,
By this you now emerge.
You work so hard
Yet you can't help but feel so down.
Your look may not smile,
But your sound doesn't ever frown.
Your look may not smile,
But your sound doesn't ever frown.
Your sound doesn't ever frown.

Anyone hears your song,
But she can hear you sigh.
Everyone says it's only
A matter of time.
Time.
Time.