Track 7 n - '68

The future has seen better days

Always, closed doors

Open old sores

Makeshift Holy Ghost

But I need more

It’s fair enough to say

That I am never walking back

Never going out

Never shaking hands

With lifelessness

But I walk alone

You’re by my side

You’ve given me a thousand tries

Headlines

Half truths

Half life and it’s half used

Golden hearts (yea)

Silver tongues

Slant rhymes and I might be the only one left

I found you in the fire

But you claimed that it kept you warm

And my whole thought process

Is nothing more

Than what I say

But I never understand

The synchronization of a watered-down

Revolution

The death of a son

The death of a salesmen, the anointed one

So what is there left to say?

Everyone’s given up

But I was born on a different day

And I drink from a different cup

Well it’s fair enough to say

That I am never walking back

Never going out

Never shaking hands

With lifelessness

But I walk alone

You’re by my side

One thousand tries