With Nothing to Explain
Muted voices felt against your pulse
You aren't enticed, you're all the more repulsed
Tension wages war on your throbbing nerves
Never giving up 'til every penalty's served
every passing day adds a little more weight
Distracting just enough you can't concentrate
Sick to your stomach, what is it you ate?
Stuck on repeat, no one to translate
And you drag all your severed chains
Nothing you'll regain
Dead to the past, run out of pain
No reason remains to explain
Keep going, it's time to move
Memories may elude,
But ideas never, never remove
Never been about the feelings
Always been about the dream
Can't see straight in your line of vision
All the meaningless junk's another's religion
You do what you can so you don't relapse
Sitting on the edge of of your chair
They tip it back and laugh
Startled, regain your balance midair
Time to say a prayer
Find someone who cares
And you drag all your severed chains
Nothing you'll regain
Dead to the past, run out of pain
No reason remains to explain
Keep going, it's time to move
Memories may elude,
But ideas never, never remove
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