At Nile's Edge Lyrics

Everywhere that I look

I see another character in a book

And I know, for laymen, it can be so hard to understand that

Truly, you either grandstand or stand grand

I've seen the sitcom-livers

Every episode, is the same, as the next

Despite the strength of my liver

Lips fear complacence more than absinthe

Trying to capture pain on a piece of paper

And light the way for the paths that taper

They told me pen beats the sword

But none conveyed it's a handleless saber

Teething

Don't mind waiting

For what's to come

There are leeches

But I'm wading

In this marsh's tum

I am, making a concerted effort to better myself

Making great progress in recent years

Pertaining to intrusive thoughts

And strides were made in quelling my compulsions and obsessions

What my hands have wrought is testament to channeling fixations

Since a young man

Fought to stymie

All of the roots of lust and fear

Figuring out that apathy can be a slew

Or instrument to bear

The more that I've mapped

The route of success

The more that I've learned of its true foundation

The greats are defined by amount of abstraction

From Kantian representation

But, sometimes I feel I'm unraveling

One wrap at a time

Solely dust comes out of both my tear ducts

'Cause mummies can't fucking cry

Reading

All red pages

In this book of pain

Ether told me

What it tells all sages

"Scribe and thy woes shall wane"

And I'd like, to expound

On a term that I've passed around

And coined symbol fixation

Give your attention

To my ensuing explanation

We gather money for the sake of accruement

We marry another, forgetting the union

We strive for a streak while forsaking the purpose

We live out a holiday, losing the meaning

We fight for a grade and discard all retention

We savor the wrapping much more than the present

We focus on tool and reject its utility

Lost in tradition or drunk on the sentiment

Sour moods, can beget sweet tones

Inquietude, bears a strange allure

Bones, broken to a metronome

But no brine in my ducts to conjure

My flesh, is a sieve

That my youth does fade through

Gauze, on my wounds

But the ink seeped right through

Your reflection's always skewed

When searching for it in another's eyes

I am more than sum of what my kin or kith surmise

If I had to glean my worth

From the change in another's visage

Then I'd count my success

By the smiles that I garner while in passage

Some can't see

The sequoia in the seed

That doesn't mean

That I must plead

In fact, I'm my healthiest

When I unclench fists

And I let Him lead

Loneliness is a room full of people

Each soul with a heart out of reach

It's a cry unattended and a kiss that's rescinded

It's a church with no ears for the sermon you preach

Loneliness is a puzzle piece that's fought to find its match

But, 'spite its efforts still remains a runt of the mosaic

It's a rip within a quilt that's strived to find its fitting patch

It's a line midst metered verse that still remains prosaic

Loneliness is stranger's sweet smile

Fluttering heart from a soft hand's touch

The sweet chirps of a songbird on windowsill

Fading in a short while

Slipping invariably from clutch

Flying to grace another place with all its heart can trill

Every day begins another battle to stay balanced

I feel burnout prowling, waiting for my safety fence to fail

I inquired into whether I would weather feather

Anubis told me the weight of all my talents wouldn't tilt the fucking scale

Hoping I could make anthem for the tired, lonely souls

Pen has barely scratched the surface though when it comes to these woes

Whether you are searching for some respite or a true love's kiss

Raise your fucking glasses to the air when I say this

Bleeding

As I pick up all the shards

Of my shattered soul

But I must say

My reflection still is whole