The Parting

It isn't the going
It isn't the going

That made me so still

It isn't the void
It isn't the void

That kills all my will

It's just that I couldn't see
It's just that I couldn't touch
It's just that time froze back
Three years ago
When we were smiling still

It isn't the lack of space
It isn't the lack of space

That chokes my senses

It isn't the people
It isn't the people

Who did not jump my fences

It's just that I can't run
It's just that oblivion's so far
And I don't know where people are
The ones I can't see
Or the ones pretending to be with me.

Riding my life

I don't want to live
In this large house
surrounded by
What aesthetics can do
It is a prison for me
And maybe a haven for you.

What matters anymore
Is what I cannot sense
And what I can sense
Has long left my core.

I can't find my corner here
Or even within me
So blurred
Are the worldly lines
It's hard to see a point
In these never-ending mines

Oh this eternal ride
The house stands still
We must run outside now
Before this ride can kill.
Before this ride can kill.