Thinker

[Verse 1: David Gunn]

Lies there a beaten path on the axons in my frontal lobe

I've scrutinized the variables

Still I remain unable to crack the code

There's this man upstairs

Has them all in fear

Like he poses a pistol they don't sell around here

But down here we don't care if we live or we die, so the gun of the giant doesn't give us a scare

[Verse 2: David Gunn]

When the bullets bury themselves you better pray for a miracle

Or lay down and die if you aren't that spiritual

The dead in the ground prove there's not enough to go around

[Bridge: David Gunn]

The dead in the ground prove there's not enough to go around

The dead in the ground prove there's not enough to go around

[Verse 3: David Gunn]

My will to live has faded as faith did

I retreat to the ocean by the hole where I once hid

Its just me, the open sea and philosophy

The sky, the trees, the dirt, the leaves and what they meant to me

My pitiful past, the roulette wheel of memories flash

I turn smirk of a frown 'Why?'

Because I ain't ever coming back

The lighting and thunder

The waves push me over and pull me under

Cold chills me to the bone I sink I'm finally on my way home