Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count so many things I wish I could cross out 
I do my best at everything I do, but a lot of things I don’t have a clue 
Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count frequent flyer should get a discount 
Inside and out and through and through show me what to pursue show me what is true 

working these hands straight to the bone carrying the weight of the unknown 
yeah, I’m tired but I struggle on anxiety on fire like fourth and long 
and I need this first down like I need to breath in need a fresh start get out from underneath 
The loss of the past moved in the wrong direction so many times I could have a collection 
Lay them end to end like a mile long not like I’m innocent often in the wrong but I do have a place where I belong
I’ve been down for years but still optimistic tryna quiet the thought hope is just a veneer that covers up the nihilistic

Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count so many things I wish I could cross out 
I do my best at everything I do, but a lot of things I don’t have a clue 
Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count frequent flyer should get a discount 
Inside and out and through and through show me what to pursue show me what is true 

I’ve been going through a lot the last couple years and I’ve put in a lot of thought, and I’ve shed some tears 
Caught inside this interconnected web the neglected parts dominate my head 
And it bleads through misleads you mistreats you looking in rear view 
I know that’s it’s not true it’s just that I forgot who was what I got through 
When I think about it it’s a miracle I’m here at all 
Living a life that’s so chaotic impossible to understand it all in shadows of that giant wall 
Loss is great and the challenge daunting give me a twist of fate new day dawning 
Stressful time and time is tight not a lot of money but good memories in hindsight

Lost Count

War it doesn’t change but the weapons and tactics they don’t stay the same 
Blood stains on every objective obtained like a paint another coat with the change of the reign  
A pass time of humans that’s really fucking insane 
Fake em up high then you go down low but the fits to tight so you move to slow
So you go to the right but you already know your in a mine field and that shit explodes 
So you Better step light cause you like your toes but you still gotta fight so you lock and load 
Traveled an ocean so far from home just to die in a field feeling all alone 

Its been said before that war is good for nothing but here we are with the war drums pumping 
Humankind just may never learn to take by force is still absurd 
on and on it just never ends if you couldn’t profit on it we could make amends
but rich old men are pitching tents horny for violence they call it defense 

I can feel the fire burning in my veins 
Echoes of the fallen screaming through the rain
Shattered hearts and ashes nothing feels the same 
We’re lost in the wreckage drowning in the pain

in the end all empires die corruption builds as they fly to high 
sun melts the wings try as they might its not the time to go picking fights and telling lies and closing eyes makes it easier to tell you who to despise 
but it takes a moment to realize that real lies hate real eyes so tell me where is it this alleged freedom lies and be precise that freedom that soldiers are willing give their life’s that sacrifice is it really freedom or just another propaganda device 
but I guess acting in defense in a sense is innocent but the end of war is heaven sent 
probably a mistake to idealize glorify violence romanticize that taking life is anything other than fading light in an already to dark world 
nuclear exchanges because you know the saying goes war it never changes

Questions

Rocky Mata