(feat. Creative Minds)



did you want the house, the dog, the white picket fence

the wife with three kids that helped your life make sense

the friends, petty trends, the mercedes benz

keep the picture on the wall but its all just pretend

I thought I had it all figured out

but time's an empty hole and it becomes filled with doubt

born a man, hopin to become the boy

lived a life, only to be destroyed

from birth to death, the baby's first steps

didn't affect the purest state that we have left

best to start slow though pressure becomes past

the innocence is lost and ignorance grows vast

it all happens so fast when you're facin to the wind

you better count the chips before its time to cash em in

cuz by then you'll realize that you've lost your drive

while workin a 9 to 5 until you turn 95

sick and tired, know why its time to quench the fire

while speakin of how you felt you can call yourself retired

the live wire is dead, left quiet as kept

It's the birth, the death, the old man's last breath



(the old man said...this is how it all began)



It's perverse, from birth to the hearse

immersed in a search tryin to quench our thirst

if I only learn one thing, its the truth hurts

it would all make sense livin life in reverse

It's perverse, from birth to the hearse

immersed in a search tryin to quench our thirst

and if I only know one thing, its the truth hurts

it would all make sense livin life in reverse



I am but a reoccuring cycle of light

bound to this physical vessel until I reach the afterlife

and I might escape as my soul is undressed

i'll fall through all the answers that I saw this time press

wait and find a different person staring in the mirror

left to pull my life together from the pieces of a stranger's dream

a vague haze of past days last breath, sun sets, same story, new day, next scene

It's just bickering energy trading places

more like repeating different names and changing faces

the soul's eternal but the body soon wasted

walk into the new light as the past is slowly faded

I'm falling from earth, return through rebirth

carry body, open wings, a freedom far from all the hurt

so when my cycle's complete, I'll return to innocence

with nothing else to guide me but the traces of my inner sense



It's perverse, from birth to the hearse

immersed in a search tryin to quench our thirst

if I only learn one thing, its the truth hurts

it would all make sense livin life in reverse

It's perverse, from birth to the hearse

immersed in a search tryin to quench our thirst

and if I only learn one thing, its the truth hurts

it would all make sense livin life in revers