Ready About -

Vices operating me

Vices operating me

Vices operating me

Vices ah …

Ready about

I wanna ask you a simple question

How do I put up with my own moral corruption?

I wanna know how to get past and through

And what exactly as a man I am supposed to do

To sever the ties

Affix a new direction

Or am I forced to forever re-learn the same lessons?

So that’s it I’m leaving

No, I can’t hang on

I’m leaving leaving leaving leaving

Cast off I wanna try

Packing bags I leave tonight

May a beacon always shine

No choice but to travel through the night

Sitting on the sides

Water bubbling up

I’m in trouble double-crossd by the misdirection

No telling east from west with no sun to set

I’m letting doubt come down to cloud my senses

Sucking the tide, flying the signs

Racing an approaching storm as the wind is rising

Am I trying to hide from my insides

Is it a lie or is it time to ride this tempest?

A crackle in the sky again

I take another vitamin and see the southern eye

Open as pulses quicken

Stick a stick in the wind and my skin goes tight

There’s a lightning strike and I can see the instant

Checking the time

Awakening in all the water

Thought I’d better be better than I was before

Going out of my home alone

And rolling only where the wind blows

Making eyes only open wider as the wind blows

Cast off I wanna try

Packing bags I leave tonight

May a beacon always shine

No choice but to travel through on

And it’s a long way around

And it doesn’t get any easier

But don’t give up

When you get sucked down

There is a gull out there somewhere

A light on the water line is open there for all to see

Flashes on the starboard side are open right in front of me

Past your lighthouse it was:

Cold and lonely

Why are you leaving?

For the right reasons?

Past your lighthouse it was:

Bring the boys back home

Life’s a strong man’s game

Who have you to blame?

Past your lighthouse it was:

Take your burdens with you

Why are you leaving?

Take what you’re given

Past your lighthouse it was:

Open sesame

Strange as it may seem

We’re not so different

Past your lighthouse it was:

Clear and open

Why are you leaving?

For the right reasons?

Past your lighthouse it was:

Bets are off forever

Give what you’re given

Time to deliver