yeah, am i right? of course i am, convince me otherwise would take all night.

(yeah-yeah-yeah)

there's faith and there's sleep we need to pick one, please.

i have killed a man and all i know is i am on the run and go.

and that's where i am, silent in the trees.

i can't take them on my own, my own.

i'm so afraid of what you have to say, 'cause i am quiet now and silence gives you space.

and that's where i am, silent in the trees.

cold nights under siege from accusations. cerebral thunder and one-way conversations.

i have these thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence.

SWAT!

and i will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

the night falls, with gravity.

you will die, but now your life is free, take pride in what is sure to die.

and now i just sit in silence.

am i the only one i know? waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?

the horrors of the night melt away, under the warm glow of survival of the day.

oh dear, i don't know if we know why we're here. oh am i too deep? please stop thinking.

behind my eyelids are islands of violence.

the night falls, with gravity.

i have these thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence.

what kids are doing, they're killing themselves, they feel they have no control of their prisoner cell, and if you're one of them, then you're one of me, and you would do almost anything just to feel free.

i could pull the steering wheel.

then we move on my shadow grows taller along with my fears and my frame shrinks smaller as night grows near.

and the wrists of my mind have the bleeding lines that remind me of all the times i have committed dirty, dirty crimes that are perfectly form-fitted to what i've done and what i'm doing.

and i will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

i do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock.

when the sun is climbing window sills, and the silver lining rides the hills, i will be saved for one whole day until the sun makes the hills its grave.

yeah, am i right? of course i am, convince me otherwise would take all night.

but there's hope out the window, so that's where we'll go.

but there's hope out the window, so that's where we'll go.

i will fear the night again. i hope i'm not my only friend.

am i the only one i know. waging my wars behind my face and above my throat. shadows will scream that i'm alone-lone-lone.

and i just can't hide, i kinda like it when i make you cry 'cause i'm twisted up, i'm twisted up, inside.

behind my eyelids are islands of violence.

it's the same game today as it always is, i don't give these places fake my name explaining this.

shadows will scream that i'm alone, but i know we've made it this far, kid.

and i'll fall down, and i'll break down, and i'll fake you out, all i wanna.

and i will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

we've turned our hands to guns, traded our thumbs for ammunition, i must forewarn you of my disorder, of my condition.

and i will hide behind my pride, i don't know why i think i could lie.

i liked it better when my car had sound.

there are things we can do but from the things that work there are only two and from the two that we choose to do, peace will win and fear will lose.

and i will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

because faith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to think and for us to think is to be alive and i will try with every rhyme to come across like i am dying to let you know you need to try to think.

i will rise and stand my ground, waiting for the night's return.

some see a pen, i see a harpoon.

'cause when the sun sets it upsets what's left of my invested interest interested in putting my fingers to my head.

i could pull the steering wheel.

entertain my faith.