Disintegrate

Sittin' here, in this room

Window's open, tv's on

Sky is gray, and that's ok

It's not ok, are we ok?

Sit and think of dreams last night

The water wave they couldn't save

Father or man, I can't understand

I couldn't understand, I don't understand

The journey of a man

Woman or pride, child or life

All that's stuffed inside

Inside so tough, but many different things

I would talk about, yeah, we mean so much more

Open door, or a flag spreading, just a hole

The woman call, the healing one, in a lonely soul

And do we see it so soon? Do we see the fate?

As we write words, but we don't create

Do we create? Do we create? Do we create?

A single life where we can feel the dream

Or fantasy or make a sky, stuff inside

We are high, it doesn't work, I'm a

A stupid dumb, feeling numb

Slam fun, slam fun

Disintegrate