Baptism By...

Searching for balance on the tightrope I walk It's been a hell of a year plagued by sickness of thought I can feel me getting stronger but I'm feeding both hands Gearing up for a cancer that I know will advance You can rest your head here for a while Things will be better here Never knowing if what you taste is denial Nothing is ever ever clear Pave the road to hell Like neural pathways in your brain You sit atop a throne It's up to you to change Your face is worn, you learned So who you wanna blame? God sleeps to to the sound of falling rain It's never ending like a constant birrage Of a dried up oasis, like a fucked up mirrage I know I'm adding fuel to the fire I burn And it's a real simple lessson that I can't seem to learn You can rest your head here for a while Things will be better here Never knowing if what you taste is denial Nothing is ever ever clear Pave the road to hell Like neural pathways in your brain You sit atop the throne It's up to you to change Your face is worn, you learned So who you wanna blame? God sleeps to to the sound of falling rain When the morning comes And I'm baptized in new found light I can try again I can shed my skin When the morning comes And I'm baptized in new found light I can try again I can shed my skin