For Miles Down -

I’m the eyes on a satellite

I identified the pieces that were left behind

But how can I see with a blindfold?

-Take it off and suffer

Now I’m acting kinda' strange

Nobody’s home inside

I did it to myself ‘cause I went left-field

I’d have to take the time to find out

No one’s home, but the light still shines

Listen

I’m no star, but I was forged in the night

-The remnants of a universe built on lies

And yet… and yet my story still rides

Creeping at the corners

-Growing up the sides

A figment of the figment that I kept in spite of

Tryna' figure out all the mess inside

While I’m wrapped up in changing

All the rest subsides

I’ll ride out ‘til the end

-Just to test my might

I’m fine!

I’m not affected!

Someone let me slide

Someone watching above kept me all tied up…

So I did my best to find my way

Through all the dark—struggle less

-Blessed

If this plaque on my soul doesn’t let me fly

I’ll proceed to a fall

No surprise, I’ll survive

Maybe the will of the gods keeps me alive

‘Cause some vengeful holds don’t let me die

It’s like a slap to the face…

Rolling down all hope, so I can’t fight the waning

Justifying won’t stop this mass-pretending

My low reality has been broken!

Even with all pieces, I’m just too far down

Listen here…

To a man confiding all his secrets at the bottom

I can’t quite remember who I was before

And who that was is gone

It’s like I rearranged everything

Then crawled away, deep from the center

Spiraled out ‘til the catch hooked back and relapsed

But nothing is ever set in stone

I pulled out from the sap—my surprise attack

I snapped!

And that’s the me that I can’t get back

I’m at a new low where I can’t distract myself

Stuck til' I learn to accept all my demons

-Tap into this brand new me

Does no one else in the world know how I am feeling?

In the solid pitch-black

I step through the marsh of the mind

And its chord is dissonant

I’m another conflicted soul that has nowhere to go

Ripped and stolen from my home

My treasure brought back to its trove

Flames were spent and turned to coals

My wings were clipped and skin exposed

Take a step back and review

All the masks that decorate that hole