I spent searching for meaning my whole life Thru the numbness, emptiness, searching for a solution Though the wreckage is still there in the open It left a few clues, not a conclusion Teaching me the path one by one I delayed the time, stopped and stared at the sign The information arrived late but not infinite Leaving cracks that are starting to look too white Not calling You cruel, like myself You're strange, like a locksmith who changes the shape of the frame. Built me a shelter, then shake up the ground, guess that's how you test what's actually sound. Maybe mercy doesn't flinch. Maybe comfort isn't its mission. Maybe care looks more like staying than correcting my condition. I realize help is not an extended hand Rather a few problems with few solutions And I still stare at the sky and the night Hoping a ladder appears into sight Isn't that what a miracle is all about? But no, I was pushed inside a fight, when all I wanted was just to watch Fuck it, let's jump inside, let's join the crew and taste what it's like, hop, jump, slide, catch, don't stumble, grip a little harder, faster, better, just pretend I'm the hero, zero, mellow and hollow, inside this chaotic, traumatic, euphoric transition, not a fiction, just a friction, a little imagination, and destination. Not calling You cruel, like myself You're strange, like a locksmith who changes the shape of the frame. I'll turn, I'll learn, I'll burn, whatever it takes I fall, I stall, I call, never stop You challenge, I accept; you throw the key, I'll catch! We're born to fly, midway we could die, but never lie, never, never lie... (Whisper) ...though I lied. Maybe mercy doesn't flinch. Maybe comfort isn't its mission. Maybe care looks more like staying than correcting my condition.
