Everybody On The Ground

Kerosene lamps lend to tunnel vision and disaster
As the evidence shrouds indefinitely
That once beaten path
Marked with warnings and distress calls

She said I'm losing ground here
Steadfast and falling so
‘x’ out the woes
Of chasing a fighting chance

Uncertain highs and longing
Cascade over withering lows
And etched onto bone are the words to put it all to rest
But on the surface the flesh is curious and flammable

She said I'm losing ground here
Steadfast and falling so
‘x’ out the woes
Of chasing a fighting chance