Mental Standing

Freely express what you fucking mean

Between the signs and hints this is going nowhere

But the life in the conversation is just as lost as it is a cause

I'm as lost as you are but I fear I'm the one who won't be found

Laughable but true

Buying myself some time

Before the hands run high in the night

Betting my life again with the night

Living like one who worships a part of the day

Reaping myself with the cloth I tear

Over the anger and fear

Always hopeless

Always fucking hopeless

Which road do I lead

Wither in the south

Or freeze in the north

Both seem to scream my name