Lyrics: Threshold. Psychedelicatessen. A Tension Of Souls.

i have lost the unobtainable i am faithless and afraid
my emotions are unstable control is hanging by a thread
and the misery of the world
is weighing heavy on my shoulders
my belief has not unfurled and i'm not getting any older
no i'm not getting any older and the world is turning colder

there's a gathering storm eating up the night
there's a tension of souls can you feel it bite?
it is because we're not living on our own terms
swept on a wave branded with society's burns
we're not happy with this unnatural law
we've moved into check into a corner of flames
half of us staled in a late mating game
we're just trying just crying for

the right to give / fail / fall / live / have feelings
the right to see / be / need / feed / give meanings
the right to love / care / share / sow / show the right signals
the right to fight / spite / do / lose / find the right answers

i am nailed to the cross of my own pernicious anguish
collapsing at a loss into some kind of selfish languish
bribed by irresistible strangled by the air
blind and still equivocal dispossessed by heir

i have no faith i have no unbelief
there is no neutral ground there is no relief
i didn't get what i expected to receive
don't let them tell you what they want you to believe

and i'm searching for some space in my life
while people all around me multiplying just like flies
the whispering millions, their hunger it is loud
a silent frustration breeds in every crowd

i have no faith i have no unbelief
there is no neutral ground there is no relief
i didn't get what i expected to receive
don't let them tell you what they want you to believe

and i'm drowning in a sea of my own futility