get through the night. i don't feel like myself.
i'll go down to the bottom of an oil rig atop the ocean.
waiting for some kind of call. it's an old trope.
i'll close my eyes and draw a fancy canopy halo on your right.
when down and out i don't know...my conscience feels fine.
in a frustration for the whole world i'll let go of my old lies.
without a trust in this world i'll let go of my old lives.