Anyone Everyone from II by T.G. Olson

Hoping in due time we can open up our minds
Sweeten bitter hearts before ego tears us apart
Frayed stitching at the seams
Suspended in disbelief
We're all threadbare works of art almost falling apart
Was there ever a time when life was in key
Everyone would sing together in harmony
So many axes to grind
Cutting down one another like trees to feed the fire in our bellies
Now we're lost in the smoke trying breathe trying to see
So many axes to grind
Cutting down one another like trees to feed the fire in our bellies
Now we're lost in the smoke trying breathe trying to see
In this ever changing life
The calm before the strife
The quiet and the storm
A different word is born
Good fortune endless woe
Highest highs and lowest lows
The game is volatile
A neverending reconcile
Maybe in due time we can open up our minds
Sweeten bitter hearts before ego tears us apart
So many axes to grind
Cutting down one another like trees to feed the fire in our bellies
Now we're lost in the smoke trying breathe trying to see
So many axes to grind
Cutting down one another like trees to feed the fire in our bellies
Now we're lost in the smoke trying breathe trying to see

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States