Sunset on Matheson (Demo)

Well, the sun went down and my mind became alive Alive with perceptions and questions that my heart felt the need to prescribe Are you happy with your life? Do you think you've been worth your time? Are you doing enough? Are you doing too much? Where do you draw the line? At this point, six hours have passed and all I wanna do is rest Cause it's 3:30 in the morning and my head feels a fucking mess A mess I can't quite seem to clean up A mess that permeates everything I am Well, my eyes shot open and through the gunpowder I could see That the knowledge of never knowing was comforting ironically I can never know a thing and I can't prove either way All I've got is my gut, my heart, my head and my soul My actions and the words I say Is this music just a phase that I am in? Am I making any real accomplishments? Is this therapy or is this redemption? Or is this just one of many drunken shouts into the wind? A mess I can't quite seem to clean up A mess that permeates everything I am