Lyrics

It don't feel right
I'm right up on the edge
I might just need a little oversight
I'm out of my head
I don't know
If we're going to make it home
But I'm not done

A lot of things a lot of things
A lot of things a lot of things
A lot of things are
Happening to me
Quite enough
Maybe a little bit too much
When will it end

In the moment out of place out of line
I'm living life on my own time
And crossing over to the other side
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh

A little sick don't want to miss all the fun
Have one more hit and carry on
This is it
Might as well get fucking lit
So I'm fucking off
A lot of things a lot of things
A lot of things a lot of things
A lot of things are
Happening to me
Quite enough
Maybe a little bit too much
But I want some more

In the moment out of place out of line
I'm living life on my own time
And crossing over to the other side
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh

(why does everybody always leave)

The mirrors fogged
It's a guessing game
Who are you?
Who are you?
Sack of lies
Vanity and shame
Absolved through
Your virtue
The mirrors fogged
In the end of the days
I see how
You're left out
I can't say
That it's for you
What we found
In these sounds

The Crucible
We collide
Our consciousness
In the night
Forces align

The Crucible
We collide
Our consciousness
In the night
Forces align