Habitual - Firmament

Everyone in Ohio is a Ghost,

Maybe they don’t realize that’s what they are,

So seeds they sow

In hopes to Grow.

So strive your day away,

Does it really make your life any better?

A motive mockery of what they used to be, they were.

Lots of Sordid Repetition,

Make a movement towards decision

And fall short of it,

When you’ve nothing left to lose or gain

Why not face your disposition?

Lots of sordid repetition,

Soon our luck has got to change.

Find a man who’s got a vision, and put a halo on him.

Hold My heart,

I know It’s a bleeding one, but a beating one.

All I love, I chose to be, Cause this to resemble me.

How is a man like a spirit?

Well, if man’s an ape, to ape’s to mimic, to mimic’s to mock,

To mock’s to gin, and gin’s a spirit.

We’re so tired of waiting.

My glass ceiling shattered from the stars I’m anticipating.

Call this pattern static while we wither, while we wander.

It could be that we may be no-

Thing, if that’s any relief at all.

This worlds in you, a point of view.

Oh, what beauty can mean.

If this world is make believe then I

can make myself believe most anything.

All I love I chose to be, cause this holy symbol to resemble me

All I fear all fades away;

And I hope that you’ll remember me this way.

Lots of sordid repetition, make a movement towards decision.