Timesick - Mycelia

The lines form an image of what I

Could have been

Could have done

Could have seen

Now it all bursts into flames at the blink of an eye

Looking down onto infinite blue

Four seasons cycling all at once

The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out

Looking down into blue

On my life written in dust

We’re all gifted

But some a bit more than that

My throat got sore from trying to make them notice my pathetic existence

When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead

Plow ahead

Plow ahead

Plow ahad

When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead

Some want a bit more than that

Read the lines

As the sequence unfolds

Consumed by ignorance

The stories untold

Read the lines

The stories untold Looking down onto infinite blue

Four seasons cycling all at once

The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out

Looking down into blue

On my life written in dust

I curse the day we met

(I curse the day we met)

All the circumstances we were forced into

I watch us through my window as the fog coalesces

Into bygone words and memories

Stories untold

We’re all gifted

But some a bit more than that

My throat got sore from trying to make them notice my pathetic existence

When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead

Plow ahead

Plow ahead

Plow ahead

When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead

Some want a bit more than that

Read the lines

As the sequence unfolds

Consumed by ignorance

(Consumed by ignorance)

And the stories untold

Read the lines

The stories untold

Read the lines

As the sequence unfolds

Misled, consoled, detached from all

Consumed by ignorance

(Consumed by ignorance and the stories untold)

The stories untold

Read the fucking lines

Misled, consoled, detached from all

Consumed by ignorance