Another Wave - Discourse

I still feel it,

what died in you is burning inside.

What awaits when the flame dies out,

a 9 to 5 to define my life?

Another wave comes and goes,

Convictions washed away with the tide.

And we’re left with the pieces

of what you left behind.

Am I making a change,

or have I changed myself?

Am I breathing life,

or wasting my breath?

So here’s your medal for growing up

and I’ll show you the door.

I can only hope that you at least

take what you learned from us when you leave.

I’ll be damn sure you’ll never destroy

what we’ve worked so hard to achieve.

My mind’s still a weapon against the

outside world trying to fight its way in.

The flame still burns.

Can you say the same?

The hands of time

are tight around my neck.

Counting down the days

until this anger fades away.

Can’t turn my back on what we’ve built

to go through phases so unfulfilled.

What’s been passed down, still tight in my grasp

And I’ll carry this torch until I fucking collapse.