Sinkhole

Sitting on the edge of the horizon and the evergreens
Tryna make sense in what is real and what appears to be
A fundamental mix up in the whirlwind of our life
As we sit around like sitting ducks on the edge of a sharpened knife

We find a way to carry on
We find a way to say that there's nothing wrong
Life is supposed to feed our minds and our souls
But we've been, yeah we've been
Trapped in a Sinkhole

Standing in-between the words of rights and exclusivity
Don't you know you're stuck inside your narrow creativity
Lost beneath the world outside, ten foot underground
Left alone for many years
No one heard a sound

We find a way to carry on
We find a way to say that there's nothing wrong
Life is supposed to feed our minds and our souls
But we've been, yeah we've been
Trapped in a Sinkhole

Angry life
Angry soul
Angry heart
Sinkhole

We find a way to carry on
We find a way to say that there's nothing wrong
Life is supposed to feed our minds and our souls
But we've been, yeah we've been
Trapped in a Sinkhole