Oblivion - Terrace Martin, Malaya

Oh I’m famished from feeling

Oh I’m damaged from healing

And my demons try to get inside of me

Basking in lonely

Estimate when it would be

What I would do to find me the truth

Cause I need it

Oblivion

Will I ever make it over

Will I see the sun in orbit

Will the sky give direction

Will it gimme meditation

Possibly a trap I’ll take it

Whether or not it’s tainted

Or if it calls for celebration

I’m just really sick a waiting

I’m sick of waiting

What I would do to find me the truth

Cause I need it

Oblivion

Fade

Familiar grain

Tends to change the way my

My Brain

Seeing in gray

Lost memory

Give me a break

Right hand became my left hand

Left hand in a head stand

Big toe tight stance

Head tilt to the side and

Back in, in a regrade

Now you know you need a re-name

Red is to blue and my name

Ties me down to a restrain

Freedom ring, freedom ring, freedom ring

Which will I come out fresh and clean

Is it me, who am in this?

Lost in the woods

I’m peeling

I’m peeling

What would I do

To find the truth

Find the truth

To find me the truth