Progress Paint

places

familiar faces

drowned out in the waste

what's the time of day?

your memory

is there anything I see?

is it something to fear

or, is it near and dear?

am I awake?

I still don't know how to

fend for myself

I can't escape this feeling

am I even healing?

pictures

once was a victor

how could I ever stand?

sequence

where do we begin

when can I go back home?

I wouldn't call it death

I'm still on the fence

watching fire work through the night

please don't ask if I feel alright

I wouldn't want to waste your time

and don't say I've tried

for me, it's do or die

let it be a good night

let it be a good night