Sanctuary - ill-esha

Slipping through the cracks

And losing track of time

Waiting for that clarity that shakes us so sublime

Keeping these routines

Assigned to all our years

I can’t paint by numbers

But I’m tired of all these tears

These are the lives

We never thought we’d have

Searching for our freedom living by all these commands

Just always wanting more, just always wanna be

Impossible to ever find true sanctuary

So dissatisfied

With everything we see

This wanderlust commercialized and sold as poetry

The banknotes stacking up

Those pyramids are pleased

The more the blood flows through our veins

The stronger their disease

(Repeat)

Something’s gotta change

Something’s gotta break

Feeling ever emptier we’ve put our souls at stake

Dreaming these illusions

‘Stead of living life out loud

I refuse this black and white

But I’m still not so proud.

of all this