Wandering in consciousness
Why is it I have to hold on to less
Less of me, Less of this
Holding me, Holding this
Push it down, Let it die
Hold me there, until I cry
Keep me away…
Gifted to see one way
Crippled to see them play
Consumed to see more
Blinded to raise the floor
Push me down, Let me die
Keep them there, until they cry
Mold me the right way
Break these walls…
They close me in
Embrace these stalls…
They make me sin
Hold them off...
They come undone
Don’t hold on....
this Tunnel Vision