a slave to this life is all I'll ever be, longing for something more has never really suited me, I've been down the hardest roads unimaginable and thru the twists and turns I've made it look quite casual drowning out the sound of the voices in my head, makes me think about all the moments left unsaid, I'll always look up to the sky to face my demons, nothing left to do except face my own treasons holding nothing back in learning lifes long lessons, I'll always think back to our 6 string garage filled sessions, in a blink of an eye it could all be gone, in a few seconds this could all be undone drowning out the sound of the voices in my head, makes me think about all the moments left unsaid, I'll always look up to the sky to face my demons, nothing left to do except face my own treasons holding myself up into the clouds hearing the trumpet's turn in sound for sound, resting peacefully is one way to call it, but for now I'll greet you with thanks for this solid drowning out the sound of the voices in my head, makes me think about all the moments left unsaid, I'll always look up to the sky to face my demons, nothing left to do except face my own treasons
