Not At All - Philosophonic

Sliding out of bed
With the stars coming in
Trying not to think
This is out of my hands
My determination on trial
And i know
I'll take the accusations
To heart 'cause i know
That i will be running out
To pursue the sound
While the final line's come and gone
And the futile cries of my alibis
Will never be good enough
Not at all
I should've held belief from the start
That i am staring at the pages as hard as i can
'Cause i am devoted
To a stranger kind of lord
She compels me to beseech her
With a fervor so untoward
I'm trying not to take it too hard
'Cause i know
That i will be running out to pursue the sound
While the final line's come and gone
And the futile cries of my alibis
Will never be good enough
Not at all
I'm running out to pursue the sound
While the final line's come and gone
And the futile tries to be normalized
Will never be good enough
Not at all