[Verse 1: Tech Honors]
I’m spacing out
I’m blown apart
The fog of war
Has cleared the house
And all the little seeds come pouring out

[Verse 2: Tech Honors]
I’m holding a lantern
To light up the walls inside my mind
And solving the riddles
Rotting upon the gilded vines
Committee of vultures
Perched on a tower of polygons
They tell me the future
Apologies to the carrion

[Chorus: Tech Honors]
So when you ask
If there’s something wrong
You know the words
You know the songs
There’s no tomorrow
There’s no appeal
What can I say?
How can I feel?
[Verse 3: Tech Honors]
In and out
Logged on again
Some feckless whore
Under my skin
To separate the evil from within

[Verse 1: Tech Honors]
I’m spacing out
I’m blown apart
The fog of war
Has cleared the house
And all the little seeds come pouring out

[Verse 4: Tech Honors]
Memory quicksand
Reluctant to find some solid ground
An echo of silence
Giving my brain the runaround
Approaching the canyon
To bury the bones of afterthought
And quiet the demons
Haunting the hotel parking lot

[Chorus: Tech Honors]
So when you ask
If there’s something wrong
You know the words
You know the songs
There’s no tomorrow
There’s no appeal
What can I say?
How can I feel?