Staring eyes wide open

Gazing into nothing

Running in place again

Going through the motions

In and out as the oceans

Repeating.

Numb to the silence, to the absence of emotion

The sum of the script, nothing but a click in the rotation, yeah...

Sick of the peace of mind that goes along with keeping on

And I can't keep on keeping on inside.

It feels like I'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful

That I'm not stuck here suspended in a world I pretended was right for me.

Strung out on the same old

Got an itch for something painful

To feel something real once

To remind myself it's not in my head

Sick of the calm coinciding with sticking in and with the line

And I can't keep on keeping on and I'll just.

Feels like I'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful

That I'm not stuck here suspended in a world I pretended was right for me.

When I close my eyes

When I leave the light.

Inside it feels like I'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful

That I'm not stuck here suspended in a world I pretended was right for me.