I Don't Dream Anymore

I am waiting for, someone sifting through what's more
As they conjure gold, I am lightening
Weightless as I am, levitating toward the fan
Soon to blend my wounds, shallow swimming in quicksand
 
Fixtures scan my hive, seeking out abnormalities
Won't detect this pain, glancing over my disease
Six years close their logs, how does no one speak of me?
I've been holding back my conscience
 
It's coming for me to take it back
It's coming for me to take it back
It's coming for me to take it back
It's coming for me

Set aside the time to wake up
Breaking stigmas as you soar out of pure hatred 

Cliffs have populous, footholds scarce and hard to grasp
Your agility tapered off at 23

In this doubt, alone, you stumble running quickly towards the glass door
For the light (three part harmony, top line has some flourish)

Fixing all

I am only human, wasting all my time
I can only see strain, as perfection dies
Taste my empathy and scream, in sincerity
You cannot uphold this bliss through all my crimes

2. Dubhach

Proggy, posty, heavy rock from Frederick, MD.

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