We Slowly Lose Hope For Things To Come / Screen Time Over Load

We Slowly Lose Hope For Things To Come

Screen Time Overload

As We Fall Into Deep Waters

Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

I want to be there when the storm hits, 
I want to hear the words not spoken. 
Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.
Remembering the things brought out to me. 
If I yell it back would you see?

How can you tread, when you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.

It doesn't get easy when you make it clear. 
It doesn't make the words come out alright. 
Of all those things I had left inside of me,
Of all the things I had been controlled by.

Believe me, in time it gets easier.
Of all those things I had left inside of me,
Of all the things I had been controlled by.

My flags never flown rightside up,
I cant sleep, I wont eat, is it not enough?
I've been torn, torn from this consciousness,
Lets find peace in this emptiness.

I want to be there when the storm hits, 
I want to hear the words not spoken. 
Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

And if the smoke goes where the wind blows, 
With our sails closed, how are we supposed to move?

Exchanging impurities.
It’s not like i can escape this constant snare I am faced with.
I'll start building my own steps to see how far they will take me, 
Even the makeshift road will lead me, 
Follow the footsteps laid out before me, 
Follow the footsteps laid out in between. 
Follow.

Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way if you want.
Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way.
Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way if you want me.
Eyes closed fingers entwined, I'll lead the way.

But we’ll keep pressing on,
Counting each blessing as our own. 
Thanking our families for the times we'll always have. 
And if I die alone, misplaced the stones on my road, 
Take this letter from my coat and know, 
You'll always be with me.

You will always be with me.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.
Remembering the things brought out to me. 
If I yell it back would you see?

How can you tread, when you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is fucking old.


We Slowly Lose Hope For Things To Come

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