Howling

Howling the wind comes as my sore guts burn reminding me it's time to awake from a sleepless night And I've seen all my enemies but my hate has drained to a yawn should I kill them before I forget why I'm here to fight? And I don't know how long I would keep calm just by twisting dreams to past when it's laughing at my mistakes that's keeping me alive I've been shooting my thoughts to the moon sight I've been searching fears to break down but none of this, nothing gets me fine Then I feel like I'm slipping through time And I'm riding all the wrong miles And I feel I'm howling my eyes out And lighting all the wrong signs Backwash is cold now as my think is moving prowl and the night grins as tough as hell as I'm going down And preaching the lie turned to safe path bewildered the gaze through fraud of life I'm standing as tough as I can to unlearn to fight I was walking in pools full of people with no eyes that I could look at Now I'm calm when I'm wrong and I'm caged when I'm doing right And I feel like I'm slipping through time I'm riding all the wrong miles And I'm here to hold your fears tight But I'm lost and I'm glooming inside As we drip our dreams through ceilings made of time, - it doesn't feel like we were here now but our shadows still spread out, - and I'm testing memory poisons now - I'm trenching out from sight, I'm pissing spleen at dusk but I'm doing fine I'm so fine... lying... dying... fine...