purpose

Be clever, you're overthinking it, man

Don't overthink it, don't overthink it

Don't overthink it

Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna paint the picture as I see it

But these days I really don't believe it

I fall asleep beside the sofa in the evening

My heart heaving, panic, but I couldn't find the meaning

I wonder if it's just my childhood I'm grieving

Laying on that cold floor, staring at the ceiling

I watch as the fan spins

And as I lose, another man wins

The cycle, that's of anything, my handprints oppress to my chest

I guess I'm not content with nothing less

My hands fall, obvious I'm blessed

Ego weren't the death of enemy, it was the death of me

Should have listened up to when they speak 'cause they was telling me

Badness is heavenly, so let it be

I recognize the pain inside the melody

The smile that can set me free

I see it, but I don't believe it

Still don't have the words to paint the picture as I see it

Really, it's a feeling that I feel with my eyes open

Still, drinking in the presence of the ahh

Didn't even have the words to spill

Like it still, I have the skill to communicate the beauty that I still

And the whole world is ripples in the middle distance

And I feel it in an instant

Soft cheeks to speak like infants

There's purpose in my existence

Observing my life on a circuit

Time drift by till the tides resurface

I found me and the gods are drawing curtains

Full-body mirror, my demise is uncertain

And perfect as he but is perfectly working

Immersed in his grief, live a life of the mourner

Laborious lifestyle, digging, unearth him

Searching for people to please when he hurting

Just wait for the miracle to happen

My sense of humor couldn't cover up the sadness

Thoughts extreme as the need for reaction of means are attracted

Dreams that I spent every night reenacting

Bleed in a past tense, I'm bleeding a fraction

Heeding the signs that I seen when the path get

Shaky, his ashes, they spread on a surface, in the urn, he was captive

Turning it over, calmness in me said it hurts to be sober

The soundness of mind as the spiritual quota

Little me couldn't wait to be older

The fears that I hold, gotta face 'em to know 'em

I'ma carve another face on the totem, the pace of the palm where palms wide open

It's my moment, my blood, my life, my emotions

One god, one earth, one ocean

And I found purpose when death was approaching

Saw belief in the eyes I had seen as an omen

I prayed at that gleam of atonement