Hard to be seen, to be home, to be over on the other side
And down to see what the sea's like
Over the hills and the streets in the sweet life

Running through things that I've thought in my brain
Migraines in stain is wicked, conflicted by what's in my name
Depicted, convicted, dissected in vain
Recollected, the second now scatter away
Now fight through the pain
Can't keep my mouth that we sold to the rains
Fool me again, stay in the pool without giving me slide