A Place To Rest - Lyrics
Stuck inside my head
feelin so cold
I feel like Iβm lost here
All out on my own
I canβt sleep here
The time is too slow
I canβt think here
thereβs nothing to know
Can you help me
Get that in control
A rambling thought that comes too slow
It fills me up, wonβt let me go
Go back to the darkest place Iβve known
A place I know that I can go, itβs only as bright as the lowest note
Not taking the clearest notes? You might want to open up your throats a bit
Can you flex your gut, youβre gonna want to get a little bit of your own blood in the cut
Can you turn on the lights, youβre gonna guide my way to the stage so I can put on a show tonight
Stuck insideβ¦
(Stuck inside my head
feelin so cold
I feel like Iβm lost here
All out on my own)
I feel aloneβ¦
(I canβt sleep here
The time is too slow
I canβt think here
thereβs nothing to know)
Where are you?
(Stuck inside my head
feelin so cold
I feel like Iβm lost here
All out on my own)
Iβm not homeβ¦
(I canβt sleep here
The time is too slow
I canβt think here
thereβs nothing to know)
Can you bring this up to the light?
Can you find the end of the night?
Locked inside a box of blue I stare into the air in front of a mirror
Every time I glimpse, it all goes clear
I wonder if my purpose will ever truly be
And so I peer through the walls and lock away the brittle pieces of me to fade away
I try to sever limbs that have grown diseased, but I canβt truly remove a part of me
Staring at yourself in the eye as you betray your trust and enjoy the lie
You cannot hate these things inside yourself, youβd better enjoy the ride
Try to change when the chance presents itself
Itβll be there when you really need the chance to transform the self
Itβll be there when you really need it
Walk to the light at the back, and
Listen to the water, to the song, glowing runes in the walls tell a story of a time when a new life lives, when a different man is in a world that doesnβt exist and itβs odd
A game where you put up your blood and slave away, itβs strange, but Iβll play it to pass the time
What a time weβve had, now can you tell me whatβs the vision? We can
Sacrifice the pawn to play the game and
Donβt lose track of the things you keep
Thereβs no way around reason, reasonably seasoned to believe itβs okay to come down
After all, through the walls, itβs the season to drown
And though weβll be there when you fall,
For a while, thereβs nothing left to catch you
Stuck inside
I feel alone
Where are you
When youβre not home?
Do you hide?
Where do you go?
I cannot find you
This place is yours alone
Can you bring this up to the light?
Can you find the end of the night?
Now thereβs nowhere left for me to run or hide, despite all the shadows Iβve found in my mind,
A lie within the light has bound me and so Iβve hidden behind the sun
The evidence of my disease has ruptured my ability to find pleasure in the niche,
Pull me out of the cracks in the floors and reignite my sense of individuality
A roach a termite no longer, I remember the joy, the joie de vivre, the joy of life and light that engulfs and envelopes me
My heads better without that anyway. This way out of the void is so much better than any thing else I could have chosen to enjoy.
Expirate, reintegrate, assimilate, assassinate and deconstruct my self.
And in the end of the tale, I inhale a fire of darkest black
I wake a night within myself that pulls out of my grasp
It takes me to the light trapped in saturnβs hands, between fingers clasped
A mountain within a world
Slip between the atoms and find a word between words
A sentence in sentient silence
Can you bring me sentiments? Remnants of a language too old to remember
A sound too soaked to speak
A madness too cloaked to reach
A light too light to breach
Can you put it back in each hand
A time too far away to find the faces they favored they chose and they left behind
The mask of a man that opened your eyes then stripped you down to your hide
Robbed of your innocence, your sense, a calm complacency for this displacement to rest
Your chest open, can you inhale a breath to put your heart at rest
Or is this the end:
A final moment to goad your gods and horde your hogs and beat down your sense, to make peace with your place and find a space within your space a place to put your weary head to rest?
Find yourself a place to rest?
















