Album: Days Of The New 2

Phobics of Tragedy

Nothing is Real when you're talkin'
I don't believe what I'm watchin'
Shelter me 'til it's over
Of what you want to believe
I'm afraid of what I see and
What I see is everything
Shelter me with my own hands
And with my hands I will depend
God I don't know what to say
Everything is in my way
Get up and deal with the pain
Drowning your mind in the way
Let me sleep
I'll let you sleep
Put on your mind frame
Take off your mind
Put on your heart
I'm going down stream
Not the Same (same ol' saying)