More by Toronto Blessings

The light, it's out,
but the mind is waking up.
To have no doubts,
of the path it's leading down.

Is this the point of drowning now?
Or turn this life around?
Is this the point of reaching out?
Hold fast and you grind it out.

Petrified.
Lost inside.
Swollen Mind.

It's happened before,
waiting for the illusion of More.
It's happened before,
take away this fear I adore.

Following cracks in the floor,
this light is drawn like a false dawn.
A chance, a test.
You force feed the lies of unrest.

Is this the point of drowning now?
Or turn this life around?
Is this the point of reaching out?
Hold fast and you grind it out.

Petrified.
Lost inside.
Swollen Mind.

It's happened before,
waiting for the illusion of More.
It's happened before,
take away this fear I adore.

Take away.
You take away.

• Alternative
• noise rock
• post punk
• post-rock
• punk noise
• Barnsley