Sandpeople - The Abyss lyrics

Who are you? Survey says status sticks
I swim three laps through each synapsis
With my feet attached to bricks
So when our shitty third-world
Constructed social fabric rips
I'll be treading water with every
Other iconoclast of fish
That's a glitch in this system
Of O's and ones
Bitches and clothes and drugs
In the midst of a frozen sun
I still start fires on this earth
Sparking lighters with this curse
I was given this addiction
Downward spiraling since birth
And it gets worse for fish kind
And I'd give mine to fix yours
But, I'm just as sure I'll be the
One that dies in this abyss first
(Belly up, motherfucker)
Best to pray I grow legs and hit dirt
‘cause it's safe to say this fish bait's
A good occasion to get scurred
It goes hook line and sinker
I use my instincts to survive
When blinded by lies
‘Cause they look like the keys to true bliss
Well, here's a few tips for
Anyone listening to me:
There's plenty of fish in the sea
But only some finish the dream
(know what I mean?)

I'm one step closer on this
Path that you laid
I'm one breath closer to the
Last one I'll take
And I rest knowing that in
Your hands lies my fate
But, I'm a little unsure if I'm
Worth every chance that you gave
I'm one step closer on this
Path that you laid
I'm one breath closer to the
Last one I'll take
And I rest just hoping that in
Your hands lies my fate
But, I'm unsure if I deserve to
Even ask to be saved

I'm a nomad
With no direction or designated section
Walking two parallel pathways trying
To make a connection
Expressing myself on etch-a-sketches
‘Cause, I'm standing on shaky ground
And as the foundation starts to crumble
I watch high hopes start tumbling down
That rumbling sound you hear is from
The belly of the beast
Until he feasts on young minds
With ideals of peace
And meal time will never cease
Yeah, life's a glutton for
It's own self-inflicted misery
Press the right button
And see a million clones rendition of bigotry
Is it because I hit the dot on
The bottom of my question mark
Using my left hand with
The utmost of dexterity?
And the day I stopped intoxicating myself
With conventional thought
Is when I had what you could call a moment of
Existentialist clarity
And it's a rarity, in a world where
We can see in three dimensions
But so many fucking people are just one-sided
While some blinded by their faith in a system
Which has more cracks than a wiseguy
The rest just shook
Viewing the coming attractions with wide eyes
(surprise)

While some view life in a luxury box suite
I'm stuck with nose bleed seats
Trying to see my future through binoculars
Not sure if it's success I see
Or just a recipe for self-destruction
With something sucking me towards the latter
And as my dreams begin to shatter
I mask my face focus on my
Task and question if it matters
But this inner sadness
Is harder to contain than piss in bladders
Swimming against the current: mainstream
But damn this fish done missed his ladder
So they slaughter me to sustain
An energy efficient status
Disadvantaged with an image
That's been hollowed out by the gram
To the point where a gaping hole trapped
In skin is all that I am
You're witnessing the fall of
A man never risen
Hence, defying the laws of physics
Simply by my existence distant from the norm
‘Cause giving in is a breeze
But resistance is a storm
That leaves your presence ripped and torn
Like a victim to kids on Christmas morn'
They say time is of the essence
Each 60 seconds minutes form
So I waste what's in my grasp
Then miss it when it's gone