We learn a little more about ourselves,
We just keep coming on,
We learn a little more about ourselves,
When we're in each other's arms.
Since I contemplated self worth,
In lonely rooms, hours on end,
With electronics for soldering,
And with pencils and pens,
Just screaming for ideas to be,
Drawn out, and the best part is,
I drew them out,
Even when drawing wasn't the job description.
Is that such a bad thing? Maybe, I don't know,
Because many of those ideas became real, and I know,
That without taking notes, who knows,
Maybe none of those ideas would of ever made it out.
So cheers,
And here's
To the better years,
My peers fear the worst,
But the worst fears us.
As the new apex predators of earth,
We have nothing to be scared of.
I need this right now,
I need to be here right now,
I need to do this right now.
But I'm still afraid of myself.
Who, me?
As if the sea,
Wasn't vast enough to be,
Able to take my mind off of everything else.
As if the sea,
Didn't contain enough unknown possibilities.
As if paths weren't stacked upon path's upon path's, upon path's upon path's upon,
As if path's weren't paved precariously enough,
As if choices didn't unlock more doors and each door had new path's leading from other path's towards more unknown forks in the road with new path's and new road's.
These road's don't all lead to Rome.
But Rome isn't exactly a place to call home.
I'm not leading myself blindly down roads all winding,
Just to reach a destination conquered by other souls.
I could quote famous dead souls and philosophers
And I could tell you life's just a cave,
And if you leave the sadness like you were your own author,
You'd come right back down to the familiar gravitational wave.
I could make up stories with well thought strategies,
Stories of tragedies expanded for the sake of telling,
And told for the sake of forcing an audience to relate to me.
No, all these words are a reflection of what I'm selling.
Me. The apex predator.
Taught to fear nothing,
It's built in my nature,
But me, the apex predator,
Is afraid of everything I can't predict.
credits
from EARTH,
released March 9, 2015
Written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2014 & 2015
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