The Abyss - Sandpeople

Who are you?

Survey says status sticks

I swim three laps through each synapsis

With my feet attached to bricks

So when our shitty third-world constructed social fabric rips

I’ll be treading water with every other iconoclast of fish

That’s a glitch in this system of O’s and ones

Bitches and clothes and drugs, in the midst of a frozen sun

I still start fires on this earth

Sparking lighters with this curse

I was given this addiction downward spiraling since birth

And it gets worse for fish kind, and I’d give mine to fix yours

But I’m just as sure I’ll be the one that dies in this abyss first

(Belly up, motherfucker!)

Best to pray I grow legs and hit dirt, ‘cause it’s safe to say this fish baits

a good occasion to get scurred

It goes hook line and sinker

I use my instincts to survive when blinded by lies

‘Cause they look like the keys to true bliss

Well, here’s a few tips for anyone listening to me:

There’s plenty of fish in the sea

But only some finish the dream (know what I mean?)

I’m one step closer on this path that you laid

I’m one breath closer to the last one I’ll take

And I rest knowing that in your hands lies my fate

But I’m a little unsure if I’m worth every chance that you gave

I’m one step closer on this path that you laid

I’m one breath closer to the last one I’ll take

And I rest just hoping that in your hands lies my fate

But I’m unsure if I deserve to even ask to be saved

I’m a nomad, with no direction or designated section

Walking two parallel pathways trying to make a connection

Expressing myself on etch-a-sketches

‘Cause I’m standing on shaky ground

And as the foundation starts to crumble

I watch high hopes start tumbling down

That rumbling sound you hear is from the belly of the beast

Until he feasts on young minds with ideals of peace

And meal time will never cease

Yeah, life’s a glutton for its own self-inflicted misery

Press the right button

And see a million clones rendition of bigotry

Is it because I hit the dot on the bottom of my question mark

Using my left hand with the utmost of dexterity?

And the day I stopped intoxicating myself

With conventional thought

Is when I had what you could call a moment of

Existentialist clarity

And it’s a rarity, in a world where we can see in three dimensions,

but so many fucking people are just one-sided

While some blinded by their faith in a system

Which has more cracks than a wiseguy

The rest just shook

Viewing the coming attractions with wide eyes (surprise!)

While some view life in a luxury box suite

I’m stuck with nose bleed seats

Trying to see my future through binoculars

Not sure if it’s success I see

Or just a recipe for self-destruction

With something sucking me towards the latter

And as my dreams begin to shatter

I mask my face focus on my task and question if it matters

But this inner sadness

Is harder to contain than piss in bladders

Swimming against the current: mainstream

But damn this fish done missed his ladder

So they slaughter me to sustain an energy efficient status

Disadvantaged with an image

That’s been hollowed out by the gram, to the point where a gaping hole trapped

in skin is all that I am

You’re witnessing the fall of a man never risen

Hence, defying the laws of physics simply by my existence

Distant from the norm

‘Cause giving in is a breeze, but resistance is a storm

That leaves your presence ripped and torn

Like a victim to kids on Christmas morn'

They say time is of the essence

Each 60 seconds minutes form

So I waste what’s in my grasp, then miss it when it’s gone