Alone

Alone (Live at Red Rocks)

Strike Gold

The Bad Testament

Still Around

Under The Aurora

Butter Miracle, The Complete Sweets!

Virginia Through The Rain

Blankets

Hunger Strike

Recycled
timothymichaelmusic
5 OCT 2020

V1.
Damned if you don’t or if you do.
What the hell’s a man to do
Just an image that I’m trying to portray?
I’m just looking for the truth
And the driver turns the screw.
Seems like yet another déjà vu day.

Like a performer on a stage
Reciting lines from a page
Watching them admire me from the stands
Fake it til I make it.
It’s my claim if I’ll just stake it.
But wherever it is that I go there I am

Chorus
I’m on a vision quest.
Just sorting through the mess.
Testifying as a witness at my own trial.
Can I even believe the lie?
Looking through the beholders eye.
Nothing new here to see I think I’m just recycled.
Recycled

V2.
Bang your head against the wall.
Yet another curtain call.
Show’s never over when you’re stuck in the encore.
Is it time to lay it down?
Or shall I play another round?
Am I really better off now than before?

Rehearsing lines from a scene
What’s it really even mean?
Trying to be all that I can be.
Am I faking or am I feeling?
What’s the secret I’m not revealing?
Whoever I am I’m still the same old me

Chorus
I’m on a vision quest.
Just sorting through the mess.
Testifying as a witness at my own trial.
Can I even believe the lie?
Looking through the beholders eye.
Nothing new here to see I think I’m just recycled

Bridge
Maybe I’m just adding to the confusion
And this life is merely an illusion

Chorus
I’m on a vision quest.
Just sorting through the mess.
Testifying as a witness at my own trial.
Can I even believe the lie?
Looking through the beholders eye.
Nothing new here to see I think I’m just recycled

I think I’m just recycled

I think I’m just recycled

I’m just recycled


Virginia Through The Rain

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