in the beginning there was something
undeniably a sense of one
where unity and love spread out like harmony
and made this mere existence kinda fun
circles of people living happily
like ripples from the sacred pond
no words explained this sort of closeness
but nonetheless they shared this sacred bond

one day their bodies thought to vibrate
and with the rhythm, played along
who would complain about a little dance
to go with pleasant little song?
as days stretched on the weeks felt longer and longer
the sun stopped rising every night
as bones cracked, bodies dragged into the dark forest
with every candle burning bright

one little future
one little hand
one little guiding light to put them in this trance
something in the soil?
something in the water?
in the beginning there was something
but now it’s just a slow dance

what I’d give to be them
no need to worry if I’m ready to die
it’s hard to feel okay at this hour
but in our sleep we fly

you never think you’d burn out so hard
you never think you’d burn out so hard
but they’re the kind of people you’d let sleep in your backyard
and yet I’m starting to feel like deforestation
like it’s finally time to burn it all to the ground
leaving nothing behind as I’d found
find the long-coveted mental break, run into the woods
I don’t feel okay
I don’t know if I want to
I’m not all right here
but will it ever get better?
I’m not sure
I don’t want to be
can’t improve the situation
only looking out for me

open your mind - but just a little bit
wouldn’t want to get some good ideas in
open your mind - but just a little bit
an empty room’s a mighty tomb for every little inspiration
I almost don’t want to know the eulogies they’d make
as if I did anything right to be remembered by
or would they just point and laugh at my funeral?

as we walk further into the night
we lose track of what feels right
and it drags on further until I’m not strong
my heart’s still beating but the rhythm is gone
barely crawling as I beg for sleep
not a desire most find deep
but as I walk closer, slowly, to my bed
I almost hope suddenly I’ll find myself dead
no matter what the situation calls for
I’ll almost always hope for a collapse
like nothing can change unless it goes to shit first
as if there’s nothing wrong with that
I hope I’m happy when I wake up
I don’t think I’m ready to die
at an hour like this it’s hard to say grounded
but in our sleep we fly
one little future
one little hand
one little guiding light to put me in this trance
something in the soil?
something in the water?
in the beginning there was something
but now it’s just a slow dance