Train

[Verse 1]
I can't sleep
It's a problem for the weak
Seven days, every day
Less hours at max peak
I can't weep
It's a situation of frustration
And since I'm in denial
There's no way that I cry - well
As I wrote this, things were different
Face up, ceiling down, playing songs of the soul
Fully in control of being out of control
My goal is to build transparency in all those around me
But as long as these folk opaque their mirrors in
I can't say "I hope you die" because you will soon, anyway
Are you not human, after all?
Thought process is all messed up

[Verse 2]
Light drizzles and naked trees
Dilated pupils but empty souls
Full in the soles but these pupils
Are constricted by the thoughts
They are convicted by
Muddy sidewalks and brick buildings
Solid material held by an inconsistent mix
These are the walls keeping us in
From the piercing wind outside
But these walls have ears
Paper doors have eyes
Lies with windowpane
Check the composition
These are the ingredients for a rainy day
Whether the weather, it's better for us never
To flip this the wrong way but to seek a better way
On this train home