Shifter
I hold my head just to stop the world from spinning, imagining beginnings takes me
Back to when I was planted on the ground; unmistaken, never shaken, lately
Golden leaf feels the elements and falls, exposing barren walls
Why has this become so difficult? I know I'm not alone, but not enough
Pull rose wool from eyes, it's always obvious but
Cloudy present lies drown out the confidence and
I don't wanna know
Is this all for show?
Apathetic apprehension, call-in questions, calling me back home, but I can't go back alone
It's a game and now that you mention all these planes have lost their texture, oh
As I cause a shift in the balance, I know it's hard to fathom this but
Everything is shifted into overdrive, or maybe it's just my gears that grind to a halt
Autor(es): The Birdwatchers