I had to step back to breathe Internal attack on me The well’s running dry for good Same goes for my eyes, they should!
In the end I realize we’re dust from the stars A strange sensation is all that we are And we wanna be more even though we’re unsure of the space we’re in I don’t mean anything and the value I bring isn’t worth a cause
Nothing at all, nobody’s there All that we do, nobody cares And then the dust is gone Conniption fit Conniption fit
The bigger picture is beyond A carbon fissure on its own Who will find what When we’re all done?