Posthumous Release

Dust breathed in stuck pacing the ground
Holding on to what you find once the clock
Can't remember everything
The clock
I never known someone who wasn't lonely
No one has ever know me
No one
Our old man says he's living in hell
Well you checked yourself in
You can check yourself out

I was born knowing one thing
I was born
Maybe it's just how you think
Your grand misperception
Through your mass coloring
You can't hide what you don't show
I feel you breaking from deep below
A saint now in the same dream
A saint