Phenomena

The dark shadow, hanging in the room Ominous presence, impending doom The building pressure, maintaining poise Elevating pleasure to eliminate the noise Every elements abrasive on the skeleton Falling down has become the norm Time is wasted Real life's adjacent Tell me now Now, now, now, yeah I need to know if I'll be welcomed down below So tell me, tell me, tell me Staring in my soul, surrendering control Facing the darkest of days I'm gripped by rage The same grind on repeat The same routine, biting hard, facing defeat Change the lens to see a different point of view The pessimistic optimist who's favourite colours blue Reflect on sentiment confirm my resolve Telling hard truths that need to be told It's written on your face It's over ya head Tell me now Whats the point Staring in my soul, surrendering control Facing the darkest of days I'm gripped by rage You're standing in your own glass home And still you throw the fucking stone When the answer stares you in the face You turn your back and brace You're in your own glass home And still you throw the fucking stone Struggle for survival Alone to roam You've hollowed your senses And raised your defences Telling Hard truths that need to be told Another body being sent down below