Lyrics by Logan Lingle
Short Circuit
I feel myself slowly shutting down,
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me?
Each day is a new step,
Though each foot steps in a different direction,
One on a pathway to hellfire,
The other gracefully touching holy water,
Guess it goes to show the beauty of me,
A twisted knot bound to be tied forever,
Chained to my own desires,
Someone lend a hand,
I feel myself sinking,
Sinking into the sand,
I feel myself slowly shutting down,
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me?
Stranded in webs of lies, truth and passion,
With no way to navigate,
I feel the flood of others taking over the subconscious,
Is this body even mine? I’m beginning to lose sight,
Of who I was or who I am,
Chained to wall of permanent eminence,
As the puppet master pulls my strings,
I’ve sacrificed everything to just bleed,
To feel like one of you I pass along the road,
Still I’m here drowning in a self sought grave,
May the dead dance as I try to breathe,
Cause’ I’m gasping for air,
When my lungs are flooded with oceans,
Someone help me swim,
Swim out of this abyss,
Or let me perish like the innocents,
Condemned for the acts they committed,
Innocent or guilty doesn’t excuse,
The blood of the hands of a distant father,
Committed to watching their could be sire,
Collapse internally,
Guess I’m another example of what’s to be made,
In the power of tyranny,
I feel myself slowly shutting down,
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me,
Or will they miss the grace of my existence,
Something I can’t understand,
A trophy on a pedestal that holds no real value,
Pawn me off and exchange your sins for a cleaner conscious.
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me?
Each day is a new step,
Though each foot steps in a different direction,
One on a pathway to hellfire,
The other gracefully touching holy water,
Guess it goes to show the beauty of me,
A twisted knot bound to be tied forever,
Chained to my own desires,
Someone lend a hand,
I feel myself sinking,
Sinking into the sand,
I feel myself slowly shutting down,
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me?
Stranded in webs of lies, truth and passion,
With no way to navigate,
I feel the flood of others taking over the subconscious,
Is this body even mine? I’m beginning to lose sight,
Of who I was or who I am,
Chained to wall of permanent eminence,
As the puppet master pulls my strings,
I’ve sacrificed everything to just bleed,
To feel like one of you I pass along the road,
Still I’m here drowning in a self sought grave,
May the dead dance as I try to breathe,
Cause’ I’m gasping for air,
When my lungs are flooded with oceans,
Someone help me swim,
Swim out of this abyss,
Or let me perish like the innocents,
Condemned for the acts they committed,
Innocent or guilty doesn’t excuse,
The blood of the hands of a distant father,
Committed to watching their could be sire,
Collapse internally,
Guess I’m another example of what’s to be made,
In the power of tyranny,
I feel myself slowly shutting down,
Like a integrated computer board
On the verge of short circuitry,
Time is in the final count now,
These thoughts strangle me like cords,
I ponder if the world will miss me,
Or will they miss the grace of my existence,
Something I can’t understand,
A trophy on a pedestal that holds no real value,
Pawn me off and exchange your sins for a cleaner conscious.
Where am I
Breaking points and cracking joints,
Should have broad and pass through states,
Never looking back,
Because it reminds me of a past deep in black,
Laying close to the moon on the roof you asked me to sneak to,
To spend the night wondering why we fight,
It's probably the way I dress or the way I care,
Taking hearts with a simple stare,
Always too kind and I never know why,
Giving people compliments has become a crime,
They say I'm putting off the wrong signs,
But the way I see it I'm a page away from being fabled and blind,
Someone should see the way I lead,
Take a step back to finally see,
I got more than just than the world on my shoulders,
And focus more on the things that bring me closer,
It feels like boulders,
Barely holding on,
Someone please lend a hand before I begin to fold,
To a phase I've been before,
Buried in guilt it's already over,
I don't know what to do to push things forward,
Behind the scenes,
I'm following a dream too far,
One in the mind that's trying too hard,
To pull me under and forge a dream,
Where everything's different and it's a world of closure,
People here say, "when you die, it's not really over"
Not really over,
Not really over,
Sometime tonight I'll push things forward
Where everything's different and it's a world of closure,
People here say, "when you die, it's not really over"
Not really over,
Not really over,
Sometime tonight I'll push things forward
Stealing hearts with a simple stare,
Always too kind and I never know why,
Giving people compliments has become a crime,
They say I'm putting off the wrong vibes,
But no one ever seems to ask why.
Should have broad and pass through states,
Never looking back,
Because it reminds me of a past deep in black,
Laying close to the moon on the roof you asked me to sneak to,
To spend the night wondering why we fight,
It's probably the way I dress or the way I care,
Taking hearts with a simple stare,
Always too kind and I never know why,
Giving people compliments has become a crime,
They say I'm putting off the wrong signs,
But the way I see it I'm a page away from being fabled and blind,
Someone should see the way I lead,
Take a step back to finally see,
I got more than just than the world on my shoulders,
And focus more on the things that bring me closer,
It feels like boulders,
Barely holding on,
Someone please lend a hand before I begin to fold,
To a phase I've been before,
Buried in guilt it's already over,
I don't know what to do to push things forward,
Behind the scenes,
I'm following a dream too far,
One in the mind that's trying too hard,
To pull me under and forge a dream,
Where everything's different and it's a world of closure,
People here say, "when you die, it's not really over"
Not really over,
Not really over,
Sometime tonight I'll push things forward
Where everything's different and it's a world of closure,
People here say, "when you die, it's not really over"
Not really over,
Not really over,
Sometime tonight I'll push things forward
Stealing hearts with a simple stare,
Always too kind and I never know why,
Giving people compliments has become a crime,
They say I'm putting off the wrong vibes,
But no one ever seems to ask why.