Foam born: (b) the decade of statues

Obsession
Obsessive
Obsessed
Abscess

Rip out my fucking eyes
I can't watch you grow into this
I can't watch the young turn to all of this
Their eyes left wide
Night goggles instead of sleep

Live life
You have all helped me break from this
The few times relaxation steps in bringing me a peaceful place

It's a must these days
For the colors are fading

Enclosed in a space of soothing sounds
Waking in my own movie
The fly by with no remembrance
Constant rushing
The waves have pushed me to where I need to be

Sunlight drenched on my skin

Only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear
Block out the rush hour
Block out the tired herds

On the shaded side it's starting to affect the process of your reading eyes
An aggressive need for a hostile voice is creeping away

This block happens every year
And like I said before the color keeps fading

I couldn't trade this for anything in the world
and all of you are the reason
It's been a while since we've
Written each other and hopefully this will comfort you
Cause like most of my kind, I won't take it all for granted

I will just keep waiting
You will just keep waiting

It's a must these days
For the colors are fading