The more you take
the more you need

When I wake up from this dream who would I be I pinch myself just to question
Less answers then I’d like to hear so I’m open to suggestions
Maybe next time, maybe more time should be spent less invested
Maybe more lies, maybe more time, maybe just more questions

Chorus

Burning images of perfection clutter up my thought
Become the demons on my shoulders I have a tight grip on what I want
I march I trudge through the mud I falter far just like anyone
I march I trudge I falter like anyone

The World is circular but its not round
as we look for purpose we cannot be found
man is evil yet Mother Nature is God
the sun is the devil yet leaves us in awe
if my shell is my pillow then hell must be heaven
only good if I’m bad gotta give it to get em
if you knew me now could you have known me then
if you hate me how could you love me again
if right is wrong and wrong is right how can there be any line
if I’m on one side can I be on the other
if your on my side can there be any other
look undercover and uncover rediscover that theres no other rudder

Chorus

Burning images of perfection clutter up my thought
Become the demons on my shoulders I have a tight grip on what I want
I march I trudge through the mud I falter far just like anyone
I march I trudge I falter like anyone

The more you see
a piece of me breaks
the more you take
a piece of me gains
the more you give
a piece of me craves
the more you need
the more it stays the same

- END