Music and Recording by Brian Hillhouse
Artwork by Alex Miracle

One Moment, Arms Outstretched, It's Never There

If I could just get through this 
And take my mind off of 
Ending it 

I'd set myself straight without bending wits 
And I'd see right through your 
Cloud of fits 

I watch my life pass by 
As I think I'm lost 
No direction 
All cost 
Thinking to better my worth 
Means to work myself to death 
And with the passing time I'm just a thought 
Just a Thought 

And will you endure this 
And sit right through these 
Cloud of fits 

I can promise there will be no silence 
And every second 
Will be more tense