Posthumous Release

Dust breathed in stuck pacing the ground Holding on to what you found once the clock Can't remember everything The clock I've never known someone who wasn't lonely No one has ever known me No one Our old man says he's living in hell Well you checked yourself in You can check yourself out I was born knowing one thing I was born Maybe it's just how you think Your grand misperception Through your mass coloring You can't hide what you don't show I feel you breaking from deep below A saint now in the same dream A saint