Not long a-go,- and yet the i-mage is so vague
I he-si-tate to la-bel it a me-mo-ry,
There was a show of lo-cal co-lor and I felt as-tray
'Cuz I had no-thing to of-fer but in-suf-fi-ci-en-cy.
And you know that it抯 a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch,
A bla-tant fal-li-bi-li-ty,
So-oner to some, but e-ven-tu-al-ly...
All gets poin-ted in the same di-rec-tion
While the hu-man mas-ses and their vague con-cep-tions
Ob-li-ter-ate each o-ther with im-pu-ni-ty,
And you won-der "What抯 in this for me?"
To a-no-ther a-byss to no a-vail,
The search is bound to fail.
To a-no-ther a-byss to no a-vail,
So long a-go I set sail.
And it chills me to the bone
That I抦 so far a-way from home.
To a-no-ther a-byss.
So what should I do now?-
What should I ce-le-brate
Gi-ven fi-nite means and a pen-chant to de-pre-ci-ate?
How can I still a-vow- and de-pend u-pon a state
That cares no-thing for my hap-pi-ness, wel-fare or fa-te?-
And I know I can抰 ex-plain
The com-mo-tion in my brain,
Like a ter-ri-fying re-a-li-ty,
De-con-struc-ted but in-ade-qua-tely...
All gets poin-ted in the same di-rec-tion
While the hu-man mas-ses and their vain con-cep-tions
Ob-li-te-rate each o-ther with im-pu-ni-ty,
And re-lease the weight of his-to-ry.
To an-o-ther a-byss to no a-vail,
The search is bound to fail.
To an-o-ther a-byss to no a-vail,
So long a-go I set sail.
And it chills me to the bone
That I抦 so far a-way from home.
To an-o-ther a-byss.
So long a-go, so long a-go oh I set sail
And I抦 strug-gling on the way
And I抦 wait-ing for the day
And I抦 look-ing for the way back home.
So far a-way,
So far a-way,
So far a-way...
