praxis

Misinterpret every word spoke
I'm not strong, no tower, no oak
You know a new skin doesn't bring hope
It's not supposed to, it just gets you close

What more can I explain?
The whole world that I contain
It's not a matter of better days
A generator whenever I say

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis
Every step I take keeps the world on its axis
All the little things learned to keep this true
All the sleight of hand just to make it through

'Cause I could talk about the halo
I never capture most of its glow
Shiver, scared, lame, asshole
How does it feel we've arrived your home?

What more can I obtain?
At least some life that I have gained
It's not a matter of better days
A generator whenever I say

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis
Every step I take keeps the world on its axis
All the little things learned to keep this true
All the sleight of hand just to make it through

Just to make this true

A little air with little insight
A little blood, little out of spite
A little life for you to live right
The drugs to eat or to spend the night
With no letter, no invite
No comfort, you push back tight
Needle motor slap your insides
Polly ghost, honeybee confined, oh

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis
Every step I take keeps the world on its axis
All the little things learned to keep this true
All the sleight of hand just to make it
That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis
Every step I take keeps the world on its axis
All the little things learned to keep this true
All the sleight of hand just to make it through

Oh, just to make it through, woah!
Just make it through!