Leaning Hard (On My Peripheral Vision)

Leaning hard on my peripheral vision

Trawling on the edges of my mind

Wading through the dregs of this condition

I can't abide

I got you on my side

The son with two tongues, he is come

He is not leaving

You know we must face this eye to eye

Will that all who follow might be free of him

For all who went before were petrified

I'm leaning hard on my peripheral vision

Trawling on the outskirts of my mind

Wading through the dregs of this condition

I can't abide

I got you on my side

The high road, once proposed, leads only to a negative peace

They nod their head as you speak

Then they string you along on a wire that's the length of the river of Jordan

I'm leaning hard on my peripheral vision

Hoping you don't take it as a sign

Wading through the dregs of this condition

I can't abide

I got you on my side

I can't abide

I got you on my side

I can't abide

I got you on my side