In Regards To Self
Wake up, wake up, my God,
This is not a test and it's not too late to come lean
Get it off your chest
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on
So tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone
Clear this room from your lungs
And pull yourself together man
On your back, you're sleeping in a bed of shame
Let the light breathe some new life into this room
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of instaiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself
Just what are you so afraid of
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down
You're busy living now aren't you
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you kknow
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye,
So why don't you take steps away from being alone
I swear it's not too late for you
It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out
Wake up and step outside your box
Wake up