Tailspins of happenings
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past
Standin there in front of me
Your hands on my face
Desperate eyes of restitution
and cluttered energy
From your open mouth pour good intentions
Only words this meaningless are spoken for free
Floodin my ears with your lack of direction
Bouncin off the four walls of this crazy box we built
Mindless babble as your contribution
The geometry of us (unfinished line)
the unwilling witness to this (our) de-evolution
still baffled by your effortless oblivion (always blown away by your endless oblivion)
Knowin I don’t have a fix for your hurricane of guilt
Your Passin out your platitudes
With equal distribution
Wantin me to offer you some quotient of self worth
Sittin back just watchin you
your passionate precision
In Faces that you show to me
Your truths have been unearthed
Tailspins of happenings
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past
Standin there in front of me
Your hands on my face
Desperate eyes of restitution
and cluttered energy
From your open mouth pour good intentions
Only words this meaningless are spoken for free
Floodin my ears with your lack of direction
Bouncin off the four walls of this crazy box we built
Mindless babble as your contribution
The geometry of us (unfinished line)
the unwilling witness to this (our) de-evolution
still baffled by your effortless oblivion (always blown away by your endless oblivion)
Knowin I don’t have a fix for your hurricane of guilt
Your Passin out your platitudes
With equal distribution
Wantin me to offer you some quotient of self worth
Sittin back just watchin you
your passionate precision
In Faces that you show to me
Your truths have been unearthed
Tailspins of happenings
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past
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