Caution Never Won Wars
How do you silence your head
when everything is too loud?
The world is quiet for now
but there’s all these radio stations going off in my mind,
trying to sell me life advice
And you can never turn them down
You can only switch to a new station
And I’ve never really liked what’s on the radio these days
How do you keep the demons at bay
when they’re rising from the ashes?
It’s not my fault
Of all my angels called in sick today
Don’t get me wrong,
somedays I feel like I could emerge
triumphant from the ocean
the biggest wave you’ve ever seen
will crash over me
as my demons drown behind me
as I stand triumphantly
But what does it mean to rise?
To emerge from a sea of lies unscathed?
When I look around,
it’s very clear
who’s a hero and who’s not
But who am I to put my heroes in check?
Well no one’s my hero
'cause to stand triumphantly is to stand alone
But who am I to write this criteria
when I haven’t risen from anything but my bed?
Looking around,
it’s very clear
for me to rise,
I need to define this on my own
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