Low Era

Some are born with the psychic inflection
Catastrophic when they go in the street
It comes to people like you naturally
Leaving me blind to all time, and all direction

Killing your nature just to irritate me
You lie every time you turn, away and
You're too naive to be so petty
You're only choosing what you're, gonna say

In the middle of the night, she calls me
And all I know is patience, and love for you
Pull me up into the sky when, she asks me
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

Swimming alone in a sea world wasteland
Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me

Modern magazines and holy scriptures
My play rehearsals all go unheard
Love is running a little faster
Losing my body with one ancient word

On the hour of my death, the page rips
All is lost and I am left to rot
The beginning of the end approaches
You and I, we float up to the top

I am dead for one moment
I am dead for one moment
The Lord speaks for one moment
I'm heating up for one moment

Swimming alone in a sea world, wasteland
Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me