Genesis - Prolific

Life’s an interesting thing in that we’re constantly changing from one moment

to the next…

Becoming something new… something we may have never expected.

But uhhh,

some things

Stay with you, some things never change.

See, as a kid I used to walk down

those old train tracks

I still do today, and that’s one thing that’s stayed the same

I walk down these old tracks and I just.

I just think.

This small towns was my genesis, I reminisce

'Bout, the days memories that stayed with me once forever since

November fifth, autumn trees, watching fallen leaves

They twist and turn, burn once they’ve caught the breeze

Lost and free, upon a moonlit night

I carry the past with me and I can’t lose this life

We’ve all got one shot and I’m trying to do this right

But sometimes all I got is my music, Christ

Views to write, to hold the moment close and give meaning

An empty pursuit, I should just be happy that I’m still breathing

In a season of love and pain and sun and rain

It’s all fucking same, but I’m asking why has nothing’s changed?

James Dean (Rebel Without a Cause, 1955): You’re tearing me apart!

So why is it that I keep on falling?

Why is it I always get what I never wanted?

I’m just looking for a path, but I’m left looking at the past

So I’m walking these train tracks and I’m never looking back.

I felt safe in bed, when I could lay against her naked chest

So close I swear to God I could taste her breath

Watch me fade away so I can just escape in sex

But like everyone else soon enough… away she went

These pained regrets, aren’t making any sense

I held knives to my wrists without breaking any flesh

And maybe I’m crazy I know that they labelled me depressed

Insane the game I played until they changed me in my head

The days red roses across a stained glass window

The prey awaits faceless to mate the black widow

The train track signals, the lights turns red

These eyes yearn, so where do I turn next?

So I could listen to the preacher read the sermon

Or justify the failures in my life by saying it was predetermined

Smoking this cigarette is just a reminder of my lack of freewill

And this beds comfortable, but its where my apathy builds

Step into the cold air and tell me how reality feels

Why is it that every drink I pass around comes back to me chilled

I’ll down the bottle, just so I can drown my sorrow

Close my eyes tonight and come around tomorrow

I’ve found all I really want is just to be left alone

Left to lead a life of love, like I read in poems

Thought I had it once but then I chose to let it go

To end the road so you’ll never know, what I said or wrote