Road I Walk on - Chef’Special

A bridge from home to nowhere. A bridge from home to nowhere. Blackened faces

Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth. Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth. I feel the weight of everything compelling in

The prophet speaks To an audience of the dead I am your God he says The dead they laugh the dead they cry From fear that all along That there really was nothing

Blur the lines, with your lies. How do you still survive? Why do we teach such bad habits? Where do we go from here? Nothing is real anymore. It hurts to fall t

And in the dark, we can see our words Waveforms of pillow talk Plumes of our personalities Figures of speech All laid bare for us to see Something to consider M

Walking down these stairwells water drips over head Feeling the pressure beating on Take a deep breath For this rot gut feeling is taking over Waking up in dead

Ghastly this place has become Once a sacred place of old beautiful and tranquil This unnatural disease has left your limbs bare No room to breathe no chance to

Waking up in a panic day after day. My eyes slowly take to the light, my lungs take in the cold air. The days arrive too quick and melt together. Take it in. Lo

Slowdown - Chef'Special People running around Screaming somthing is down But ey nutting is down it's all stuck in the mind Somthing somthing to find all the tim