Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
waiting for these things inside
to flux and rearrange.
For this place is stagnation
for this is death without end
and I think this place looks familiar
walking over old footprints again.
Crying out for help, but all I hear
is a steady, deadly dial tone.
Crying out for crutches, I'm too
fucking weak to stand alone.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
still waiting for a season
still dying in the rain.
I press my sole against the footprint
and I can't see I've grown
nine years later and I still can't deal
six years later and I'm still alone.
A glimpse of truth to leave me
dizzy, choking on these fears.
A taste of love to leave me longing,
drowning in these endless tears.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
half-inclined to buck up
and face you once again
Still feeling like an answer
with no question that I can see
like life's a complex puzzle with
more than half the peices missing.
And I try to focus hard to see
but it's only clear I'm too damn blind.
My sweat just can't seem to just flush away
the shitstorm brewing in my mind.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
my broken mind' still bleeding
but it's all the same these days.
For this place is damnation
for this is death without end
and I think this place looks familiar
so can I hitch a ride, my friend?
I just don't get the message
and you just won't pick up the telephone
nine years later and I still can't deal
six years later and I'm still alone
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
still waiting for the bleach
to wash away the stain.
Half-inclined to drop back on
down the rabbit hole once again
strain to open up my third eye
and rewire me from that end.
Half-inclined to drug me up on
these chemical solutions, and
turn my back, close my third eye,
walk on, never look back again.
For I'm so
sick of waiting for a reason
sick of waiting for a change
sick of waiting for a season
all I do is wade.
still waiting for a change
waiting for these things inside
to flux and rearrange.
For this place is stagnation
for this is death without end
and I think this place looks familiar
walking over old footprints again.
Crying out for help, but all I hear
is a steady, deadly dial tone.
Crying out for crutches, I'm too
fucking weak to stand alone.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
still waiting for a season
still dying in the rain.
I press my sole against the footprint
and I can't see I've grown
nine years later and I still can't deal
six years later and I'm still alone.
A glimpse of truth to leave me
dizzy, choking on these fears.
A taste of love to leave me longing,
drowning in these endless tears.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
half-inclined to buck up
and face you once again
Still feeling like an answer
with no question that I can see
like life's a complex puzzle with
more than half the peices missing.
And I try to focus hard to see
but it's only clear I'm too damn blind.
My sweat just can't seem to just flush away
the shitstorm brewing in my mind.
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
my broken mind' still bleeding
but it's all the same these days.
For this place is damnation
for this is death without end
and I think this place looks familiar
so can I hitch a ride, my friend?
I just don't get the message
and you just won't pick up the telephone
nine years later and I still can't deal
six years later and I'm still alone
Still waiting for a reason
still waiting for a change
still waiting for the bleach
to wash away the stain.
Half-inclined to drop back on
down the rabbit hole once again
strain to open up my third eye
and rewire me from that end.
Half-inclined to drug me up on
these chemical solutions, and
turn my back, close my third eye,
walk on, never look back again.
For I'm so
sick of waiting for a reason
sick of waiting for a change
sick of waiting for a season
all I do is wade.
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