The Color Morale

This is the real world in real time And I am sick of rendering So toss your seeds on cement And see if they can grow alone There is a reason behind weeds When walls are broken we can break Through them all To see what continues to grow It's hard to s

I know I'm lost with no motivation to find my way back I left myself down a paper trail of the pages of my mind Now I want them back I'm somewhere between no courage among the other things I lack Lost in desperation where an ember turns to an ash Som

Question everything Have I already been buried I can see no light but I am still stuck here breathing Maybe a wretch like me is supposed to stay forever buried So you can see the analogy of what happens when you keep things Buried beneath Buried bene

In spite of my cheerful demeanor I'm afraid to set foot in the world We watch the same dead clocks These small hands need to meet the larger again And I chose a road, the one I didn't know Now it has brought me here The stories I've have gathered in

We'll all stop singing songs And start singing out our pain instead I hope one day to bury the past so deep My ghost can't find it Is this you being yourself or Acting on part to please someone else Take a look at your health Take a look in someone e

Dreams are forever reoccuring, And life is what happens when we can't fall asleep. We need to bare one anothers burdens. Real family and friends will always stab you in the front. The end result is not one damned thing after another. It's one damned

[ti:Silver Lining] [ar:The Color Morale] [al:Know Hope] [offset:0] [00:01.66]Silver Lining - The Color Morale [00:22.67]Some days you're the pigeon [00:25.37]And some days you are the statue [00:29.20]Some days you're meant to just sit back and obser

I wish I had more time to sort out all of this inside my mind I only have one day It's given at dawn and at dusk it gets taken away I can't control what I think So how can I control what I say I don't know who I am at the moment and I can't pray I ca

I never knew exactly how this could feel, Retelling stories from a movie life from reel to real. You're still slowly developing and you'll die if you're exposed To much light at one time. People like us have learned to feel at home In the darkest cor

if you leave then we wont play for the walls will wash away the few and we'll stand displayed far past the expiration date for the stage we stand upon is so vaguely fake so why are we here for the sake of the sound when the sound is falling upon deaf

All these voices in my head, I'll never know just what I'll feel, Let alone what will be said. We all forget the things we say, But we never forget how we felt When we let ourselves feel. One head, so many voices. Maybe I'll spend my whole life licki

Oh, and sometimes, The most beautiful pain in life Is the kind you can't disguise or hide. Oh, and the hard truth about life, If I'm not allowed to give up on mine, You are not allowed to not even try. One day at a time You'll have to remake the same

(and i will) be there when you get home you have to see the floor you have to see the floor before you you can see the angels are reaching cross all the t's dot the i's this is your life the contract expires when you die you need to see the bottom of