The Sinking

Stay away from this consciousness
Hunts me down inside, such a rush
You're talking to a hand cause the face ain't listening
At night when the king fell, the peasant wore a crown

The peasant wears a crown

Stay away from this, that's the cure
Hunts me down inside, such a rush
A ceramic face smiled at me in a state of denial
The poison became the antidote

You're the antidote

So far
When you wake up alone you have to make it on your own, it's too far
You are asleep in the valley and awake on a mountain
We are, so far
So far