I am a mess, I don’t know who to trust.
I’m seeing visions, as I stare out the window.
They’re really stacked, to the top of the mountain,
and over the fountain with haste.
I wouldn’t go there if I were you,
I’m just trying to find the view from here,
I know it got me… every day
I’m a hurting slave, of where I’ve moved to.
How does it hurt? No one seems to know
They’ve got overstaffed, trees in lounge for everyone.
Eyes up, feet first, Don’t let go, don’t ever let go …
Why did you let me down?
What gives you right?
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like to fight.
I wouldn’t ever do that to you,
I was just trying to find the view from here,
I know it got me… every day.
Sell mean souls down the beach,
No one seems to care, but late last night
Finger chips have been thrown, from the game-plate,
Never gone, goodbye,
To the River-meeting at the front gate.
Trees there, trees devout of the race-trace,
Simple to know and breathe,
Simply put. Please leave.
I wouldn’t ever do that to you.
I was just trying to find the view, You never should,
The view, my only food.
The view, I’m going there.
The view, and I would die.
Written by Daniel Victor (2000)
Recorded by Ductape Halo on “Footstep of Obsession”