Tumbleweed
[Quid]
When I woke up and I saw
The world I thought I knew was gone
That's when it dawned on me all I'd seen
Was wrong. Up until this point, I never knew the song
Probably thought I did. I might have wrote some shit
Once upon a time, but I had never noticed it
For what it truly is; never had a clue that this
Was really just a ruse to trick a kid into communing with
Nothing of importance; just another fork in
The road that leads to nowhere but a grudge and what is more is
This distortion of reality forces us to casually
Ignore the force of gravity. Portraits of insanity
Consistently get painted then bеlieved by the naïvе;
It's image over statements and it seems if I could see
Every single innovation, the little things that make it
Sacred, perhaps this place I stay won't seem as vacant
[(Jack Rylands) & Quid]
(I don't know why)
I keep on talking to these tombstones
(Time rolls on by)
Inside this ghost town, I know now
(I don't know why)
I keep on walking with these doomed souls/soles
(Time rolls on by)
Just like a tumbleweed does in a breeze
[Quid]
And once I fell asleep I knew
This world I'd always viewed as true
Was a mere mockery; honesty, camaraderie
Had all but been a mirage--façade--and as I was peering through
It then occurred to me the work I deemed as raw
Was nothing more than a distorted dream I saw
So am I dreaming when I'm sleeping? Is my waking state the fake?
And how is it that I can differentiate?
I'll never know for certain. Every effort goes unheard, and
If and when these questions surface, will they even then emerge with
The same inflection I had posed? Made to rectify the most
Often pondered thoughts of wandering minds that never find their home
Or way back to the base camp to debate that which happened:
Were the spots we rocked or the props we got truly all for not? If that is
The case, may we all grasp it tightly and attach these
Hand-prints. Perhaps the changes made won't seem as drastic
[(Jack Rylands) & Quid]
(I don't know why)
I keep on talking to these tombstones
(Time rolls on by)
Inside this ghost town, I know now
(I don't know why)
I keep on walking with these doomed souls/soles
(Time rolls on by)
Just like a tumbleweed does in a breeze
When I woke up and I saw
The world I thought I knew was gone
That's when it dawned on me all I'd seen
Was wrong. Up until this point, I never knew the song
Probably thought I did. I might have wrote some shit
Once upon a time, but I had never noticed it
For what it truly is; never had a clue that this
Was really just a ruse to trick a kid into communing with
Nothing of importance; just another fork in
The road that leads to nowhere but a grudge and what is more is
This distortion of reality forces us to casually
Ignore the force of gravity. Portraits of insanity
Consistently get painted then bеlieved by the naïvе;
It's image over statements and it seems if I could see
Every single innovation, the little things that make it
Sacred, perhaps this place I stay won't seem as vacant
[(Jack Rylands) & Quid]
(I don't know why)
I keep on talking to these tombstones
(Time rolls on by)
Inside this ghost town, I know now
(I don't know why)
I keep on walking with these doomed souls/soles
(Time rolls on by)
Just like a tumbleweed does in a breeze
[Quid]
And once I fell asleep I knew
This world I'd always viewed as true
Was a mere mockery; honesty, camaraderie
Had all but been a mirage--façade--and as I was peering through
It then occurred to me the work I deemed as raw
Was nothing more than a distorted dream I saw
So am I dreaming when I'm sleeping? Is my waking state the fake?
And how is it that I can differentiate?
I'll never know for certain. Every effort goes unheard, and
If and when these questions surface, will they even then emerge with
The same inflection I had posed? Made to rectify the most
Often pondered thoughts of wandering minds that never find their home
Or way back to the base camp to debate that which happened:
Were the spots we rocked or the props we got truly all for not? If that is
The case, may we all grasp it tightly and attach these
Hand-prints. Perhaps the changes made won't seem as drastic
[(Jack Rylands) & Quid]
(I don't know why)
I keep on talking to these tombstones
(Time rolls on by)
Inside this ghost town, I know now
(I don't know why)
I keep on walking with these doomed souls/soles
(Time rolls on by)
Just like a tumbleweed does in a breeze