Where are We Going

scratching at the edges of this deep valley

i'm falling again down the cliff face

reaching at exposed roots and crags and cracks

doing anything i can not to look down

funny thing i think, that i'm falling towards the sky

funny thing i think, that when i look up, all i see is foggy darkness

what am i doing halfway inbetween polar opposites

reaching for the core of the planet, away from the sun

get burned either way and i don't know where i'd rather head

the crackling, bumping, banter of falling rocks is all around me

all this noise, all these distractions i almost forget to

try and find a grip on this place. 

and f**k it i think, i have no idea which way i'd rather head

why don't i just lose control and hang here

sure ill get tired after a while, ill work on it when i get there

funny thing playing with people like toy soldiers

clay figures lined on a shelf and arranged any way you want

manipulation is an evil key we all use to get our way

but i don't know where its headed this time

and what am i doing, where am i going

all i'm doing is manipulating my own detiorated mind

why would i ever want to climb back to hell

as i reach up branches looking towards the 

dark mist. 

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[Lola Nation]

all i'm doing is manipulating my own detiorated mind

-- good line.