Get Ready

Before the carbon dioxide, is a breath worth taking We'd be stranded without the pointed fingers of our finest locators But even hell frozen over would still leave me bound and shaking You’re a marionettist to this addiction you’re faking And we’d be stranded without the pointed needles of our cycloidal navigators But one keeps you grounded and the other pierces through skin, aching But grip your conscious tightly, before the shift in altitude destroys your decision making We’d be carrying empty baskets without our greatest negotiators But I built a safe space in a snowglobe to avoid the weather patterns we’re mistaking Sedate the numbness to adapt to the emotions overtaking Between the green and the grave, we’re too fearful without our bravest investigators I’m receiving messages through the lasting presence I feel when I’m awaking The way you looked at me before you left was heartbreaking I’m stranded in this affliction that paints me the perpetrator And I would trust you with direction but I’m no good at risk-taking Of all the empty stares and promises that you’ve been forsaking You’re stranded in thin air behind the eyes of a rule violator But you don’t have to be under this spell, so painstaking We don’t have to deteriorate waiting for something else to start peacemaking