silent home

his frequency died, lost all control of that spark that lit his stride
[00:29.35] a thief in the night, gripped upon his soul and led his spirit to the sky
[00:38.40] clouds chase the foliage, illuminate the signs
[00:42.77] point me towards the past, so i can run away from mine
[00:46.76] i’ll sprint to these anomalies, start gouging out their eyes
[00:51.21] i hate the way they look at me pretending all is fine
[00:55.49] this method of diluting isn’t one to clear the mind
[00:59.83] i trip fall over everything, these cords all start to bind
[01:04.30] recalculate your purpose, persevere and find the time
[01:08.61] this clock is ticking fast, and i don’t wanna wait in line
[01:13.22] i’m trying my best, my efforts never show
[01:17.35] i’m folding like the edges of an origami crow
[01:21.70] all i do is rest, read text inside my phone
[01:26.06] my body is a vessel left to rot in my abode
[01:30.66] on course towards his death, he’s measured what he knows
[01:34.72] his alibis are cries for help as he remains composed
[01:39.17] aligned to his bed, he reaps just what he sows
[01:43.44] a life full of discomfort inside of this silent home
[01:53.61] comfort inside of this silent home
[02:04.65] and of course he met his fate while he was dancing all alone
[02:08.19] like when planets pass debris from comets, he put on a show
[02:12.65] watched the rain bounce off the window while he wrote his final note
[02:16.92] if i’m gone don’t come and look for me, i’m not in buffalo
[02:21.28] anymore at least not mentally, i’m far away from home (who i am, when it all, turns to dust, fading)
[02:25.64] i don’t know where all is taking me, at least it’s not as cold (hold the line, count to four, don't get stuck, waiting)
[02:30.02] where the sun will set so gracefully is where i’ll finally grow (who i am, when it all, turns to dust, fading)
[02.34.39] i found grace inside the bravery that rests inside these bones (hold the line, count to four, don't get stuck, waiting)
[02:38.75] light my wings ablaze and thankfully i’m human once again (who i am, when it all, turns to dust, fading)
[02:43.48] back inside this silent home with nothing more than just a pen (hold the line, count to four, don't get stuck, waiting)
[02:47.43] 96 missed calls and messages from those i call a friend (who i am, when it all, turns to dust, fading)
[02:51.91] life is not bout whatchu make it, whatchu make defines the end (hold the line, count to four, don't get stuck, waiting)