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Track 5

lyrics

Some people fall victim
All caught up in a place like never before
Lights darken, exhausted
Coast 'til you break down there at the end of the road
Walking 'round, no compass
Stranded somewhere still that's far from your home
Calling out, find no one
Sometimes you just gotta be on your own

Perilous forecast, downpour risin'
Widespread dead and now more dyin'
Bad info leaves third eyes blinded
Strainin' relations, hurt by lyin'
Far gone friendships, ancient energy
Mixed feelings of tainted memories
At a loss for words with no syntax
Wanton willingness to keep things intact
Impact felt deep like knife wounds
Bad vibrations, cold like ice cubes
Can't help shiverin' inside
Tears obscure that glimmer in my eye
Losin' interest, stalled momentum
Goals unravel, increased tension
New normal, still got old angst
Accept it? Nah, man, no thanks

Some people fall victim
All caught up in a place like never before
Lights darken, exhausted
Coast 'til you break down there at the end of the road
Walking 'round, no compass
Stranded somewhere still that's far from your home
Calling out, find no one
Sometimes you just gotta be on your own

Keep me away from pretentious speeches
Too many people attention seekers
Often seems like it's a performance
Food for the ego, not what's important
I mean, I just wanna do right
But lose sight when I'm wound up too tight
Distractions stack like Pringles
Spread like rashes, a patch of shingles
Rebuilding, havin' to renovate
Some days floatin', practically levitate
Or feel small and pass as a featherweight
Yin and yang, two halves of my mental state
We all need somethin' to hold
Tranquility comes and it goes
Mindfulness has been calmin' the stress
'Cause age brings wisdom along with regrets

Some people fall victim
All caught up in a place like never before
Lights darken, exhausted
Coast 'til you break down there at the end of the road
Walking 'round, no compass
Stranded somewhere still that's far from your home
Calling out, find no one
Sometimes you just gotta be on your own

Some people fall victim
All caught up in a place like never before
Lights darken, exhausted
Coast 'til you break down there at the end of the road
Walking 'round, no compass
Stranded somewhere still that's far from your home
Calling out, find no one
Sometimes you just gotta be on your own

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from Subjective Art For Mass Consumption, Vol. 3, released October 11, 2023
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen

Produced by Thawed Out Productions

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