Failure!

This holds no promises or look what I have dones

It's holding onto something and that something's probably flawed

I don't want a gullet full of chunks 

With a simple twisted head, with a simple twisted head

This manifestos aimed at my civility and calving grounds 

And takes a look at what I found

Fort hill to Everest, carbuncle to the pacific 

What fills me with positivity

Green highway signs, bright runway lights and faces I cant recognize


The well is dry, the residents with sandstorm minds

They only hydrate the need but will they open their eyes?

Maybe develop some plan B's?

We're working overtime, we're working overtime

Cue unrelated and blood-lined critics to start screaming

“There's nothing you can do”

I'll draw some dotted lines from here to everywhere

Then connect them all at once

I'm not the only one


The French to Yangtze

From Pine to Lyons

Always stepping backwards, lacking creativity

The dark horizon I scan for change but nothing is happening


Let's move

It's getting harder, it's getting harder

The brink of death

One trip for total satisfaction

It's getting harder to ignore

It's all inside

One more trip and we'll still come up hated

Look what boredom has created