POSEIDON (PLACEHOLDER LIVE)

If these chords couldn't pull the thoughts from me then nothing could

Dark network of streets lined with trees, my cognitive neighbourhood

Pretty much everything is made of pain but I train to remain in the good

Pushed through the heartache and failure, much more than I thought I would

More will be given, try to stay driven, but what is this river I'm riding?

Riddled with flow like Poseidon, never arrive, still deciding

Hidden in rhythms of dying, play that piano I'm trying, writing is how

I know what to think, I'm singing the words as I find them

Days are on double speed, that's where the troubles be

Bursting our bubbles, we binging on doublespeak, linguistic puzzles

See through the cacophony, baby I'm rocking these mics for eternity