DanoftheThirdKind

Well, here's another, it's about something, but I'm not sure what. "Out of Reach" The fine art of waste Yeah the look on your face I read between the lines you tried to erase We're not left behind No we're the survivors And we brought hell in the form of a gentle reminder Drove the high road Where the path was beaten They were right here I swear I could see them I have to confirm You're out of my reach I heard every word But the smirk in your speech Quiet now Don't your dare make a sound You looked in my eyes while I stared at the ground Oh my god Take this from me Fell on my face by the lights in the street Looked up at the sun Saw the color from space I read between the lines you tried to erase Yes! You are out of my reach I heard every word But the cracks in your teeth

This is a song I'm writing for my band. I guess it's about relationships? That's a bad sign. "Look Alive" Stampede in a room Hand over hand when the oak was in bloom Glass in my teeth that I can't speak through The elephant's trunk is drawn like a bow An arrow each for what we stole I look alive I live a lie I look alive I live a lie Waiting for the wind to fall Scratch the itch until it's raw God, if I could see you now A thousand gallons I'd let you drown Put him outside to bleed String him up by his feet By the end of tonight We'll be agreed The price of our envy Made us obsolete I look alive I live a lie I look alive I live a lie What we have in common is cause for alarm We're the living expression of harm The pill might be stuck in our throats But the only thing worse than being nowhere Is knowing there's nowhere to go