Dyscarnate Nothing Seems Right
There's nothing left that's right
There's nothing right that's left
I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong
The urge to close my eyes is strong
Once more towards the light
There's nothing left that's right
My tongue is in the water where the tide is white
My heart is in my mouth, and nothing seems right
A drop in the ocean or tree in the hollow
The truth of existence is a bitter pill to swallow
In the search for my mind I tossed it over the side
This doesn't feel right, this feeling's hard to describe
What should I throw and what should I keep?
Who knew what we would find in the waters of sleep?
I'll keep the other vessel at arm's length
For it is now crewed by men of ill-intent
They break the bones of those outside their tribe
Theirs is a scripture to which I will not subscribe
I'm against the tide and time
This feeling's hard to describe
There's nothing left that's right
There's nothing right that's left
I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong
The urge to close my eyes is strong
Once more towards the light
Out of mind and sight
There's nothing left that's right
They say a few good men is all the world needs
But they're drowning in a hole which does nothing but bleed
I've got one chance to pull it back from the brink
But my boat is full of water and I'm starting to sink
This horse is lame, it falls over waves
It's pale and it's breathless but works like a slave
My raft in tatters, it's sure to capsize
My knuckles are white from holding onto the sides
The keeper stokes the fires of the beacon at the top
Of a tower that drives us all onto the rocks
I thought the water would be quiet I was right
They warned me of the lighthouse but it shines so bright
I'm against the tide and time
This feeling's hard to describe
There's nothing left that's right
There's nothing right that's left
I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong
The urge to close my eyes is strong
Once more towards the light
Out of mind and sight
There's nothing left that's right
