sharples. the. flacid

I guess that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide
And I hope that a star will lift me to reside
In the hands of a single soul that can relate
To these crawling, my fingers cold, still relate
By the force, that draws the cogs in my clock work
The lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt
In the youth its just blowing in the wind
And ya see the truth and they throw you in a spin
Its a vicious cycle it wont clean the stain
And I think it's vital I dont seem the same
When I look in the mirror see the long hall bound
When I'm stumbling, crumbling and it all falls down
Like do ya feel the rythym and like
Will ya still be livin a lie
Will ya kneel and listen to yourself
The only person who can peel the prison walls away
They all fall to dust
And ya'll are saying we can call it trust
And if we call it trust
Then all of us
Can get down together and live tall and just
Cause ive never plucked an eyelash out and wished it goodbye
bliss n eso ftw