Nothing But Real (Remastered)

Taking the temperature of the day, Always wondering what to say, Hoping everything will be ok. One step at a time, moving in a simple rhyme, Taking every minute as if it’s just about that time. Time to take it to the grind, Bring it to the front of your mind, Eyes wide open, never ever blind. Sounds of silence creeping in slowly, But the screaming of nothing always flowing— Screaming nothing... slowly… flowing. Caught in the hum of the everyday, Breathing smoke from the words you say, Tired hearts still find their flame, In the echo of a name. Every day you rise, defying the steel, The weight of the world, the pain you feel. You stare through the mirror, you bend but don’t kneel, A warrior of truth, nothing but real. Oh—nothing but real. Every day you get up and look at your clock, Wondering when the routine will stop— but it won’t, and that’s ok. People surround you, gathering around, Wondering what’s false and what’s true today. You make up the lies to make your truth real, Thoughts and feelings you gather and steal. Innocent people wondering who you’ve become— A shadow and a savior rolled into one. And in the noise, you find the sound, Of everything lost and everything found. You’re the fire that never dies, Burning beneath these fragile skies. Every day you rise, defying the steel, The weight of the world, the pain you feel. You stare through the mirror, your fate you seal, A warrior for tomorrow — nothing but real. Oh—nothing but real, yeah! the temperature of the day... Eyes wide open… never blind… Screaming nothing, slowly… flowing…”