Cult of One (feat. Henry Mudd)

Well I'm sittin' here sweatin' through my palms
And the writing on the wall is telling me that I'm all wrong
And I tell myself to suck it up be strong
But the straw through which I'm suckin' doesn't seem to be that long

But the truth is probably I'm crazy
And the truth baby doesn't last that long
And these shoes fit occasionally maybe
But you'll never know if you don't try them on

Well my brain I think is leaking' out my ears
But now it's on the floor I can see everything clear
And the space between the emptiness it left
Feels a whole lot fuckin' better than the memory of that mess

But the truth is probably I'm crazy
And the truth baby doesn't last that long
And these shoes fit occasionally maybe
But you'll never know if you don't try them on

So this rust riddled frame pays bond
The rust and the rain will define our dawn
Every step that I take is strong
'Til I'm gone
Move on

When I close my eyes and hold the shut as tightly as I can
Then sometimes I'm able to hear rolling thunder in the distance
When I have my eyes shut as hard as they can be
I can feel the static in the air just before lightning strikes
If I can close my eyes for long enough
I can smell rain about to fall
And sometimes I can even taste changes in the air
If I go without sight with enough conviction
My heart opens so wide that I can love everyone
And maybe I can find the space for forgiveness
For compassion
Whenever I am able to go without sight I always hope that one day I'll stay blind
That when I open my eyes I'll still have that equal vision
That perfect sight
Where everything is free from expectation
Free from bondage and baggage
Free from weight and gravity
From heartache and pain and disconnection
I know I am just a dreamer
Someone wishing for a life without visions
Just dreaming for a life of beauty
Surrounded by rolling thunder
Strikes of lightning
Rain against my face
And a heart so open I don't need to be blind