Wings of Cathartica

Always thinking we're so modern
Living in futuristic times (I just feel like)
We just recycle old patterns (over and over)
That bring us to our demise (again and again and again)

Like persimmons after new year (our better days have faded)
Like grass bending to wind (I let you push me far enough)
If I’m on my last legs
Can I go out on a limb?

If this is my curtain call
Last night as the king
I won't let you see my fall
I will keep hiding... in the wings

You'll find me, you'll find me
Hidden in the wings

I could tell you what's wrong, but you probably won't
Understand me at all, so I'm ending this call
And heading out of town without a trace
I can't really elaborate…
I'm unavailable for reasons that don't concern you
Four seasons I've been learning, forcing me to wither like corpses Been channeling the forces of nature
’Bout to drive off the course, pull the cord from the matrix
I'm just not in the mood for horsing around
Not everything orbits around you
Spare me the boring announcements
Go get faded order rounds maybe you'll fall to the ground
Pass out and forget all about me...
I'm on the brink of a masterpiece
While you're dancing, I'm the phantom in the back of the scene Happen to be thinking of randomly taking off
No tragedy, agony happening there's no panic in me
I'm just saying, some things are not worth explaining
I've been spilling my every feeling in vain, silly it's really a shame You think I'm still into your games
Clearly not operating on the same wavelength
Maintain your pessimism and blame me for everything
But don't play and pretend that this is eighth grade, change your pace
'Cause right now I'm finding that I'm really blessed
Multiplying little steps and climbing up a hill to get away
Tonight I might go sit at the bar
And forget the hand I've been dealt, won't pick up my cards
Was in a lacrimal mood, just tending my scars
Then my patterns of blues soothed as I fled to the car
And drove far far away, pardon me
Hard to explain why it's so hard just to stay
But I'm like jelly trying to be pinned to the truth, one more drink and I'll move
Tying a pillow and blanket onto my back and then I can
Cruise to the next of changes, youth of the next cicadas
I brood on an ex for days in my room in the lesser phases
Then sleuth with a hectic rage but it’s used just to set the stage
’Cause the moon is a restless patient with a mood that’s forever changing
Find me hiding down in the burrows of my subconscious
Where the contents haunt me carnage gets, lofty
Suffering awfully, muddying waters at a standstill
What have we accomplished and who is the accomplice, well
What is concealed is revealed, sooner or later
Who's gonna save ya when truth is taking the wheel
When the mood is-a changing a rude awakening is what you feel Why two can play at this game, using pain as a shield
But who's remaining depends on who's emanating
The beautiful day's rays while the other you's complaining And steals the sun away as its raising the moon and ruminating 48 - On your fluid nature but you've been too trained to congeal This is my epigraph -- visions of getting past
Wrinkles with tesseracts within and sending back
Mister meretricious send him swimming with the fishes
A minnow in an ocean, he's controlling my ambitions
Devoted to consoling neurosis with no remittance
Broken, but the villain's too swollen for his britches
We're hoping to get better composure in the name of art
Those in control don't have to say they are, but
Malefic energies when the days are dark
Memory rearranges furniture, ossifies all the lies
In the office of the mind, walk the line and
Compromise, lest we're lobotomized and break apart
Alleviate the pain, use patience
Strip the layers away 'til your face is ageless
And you'll be able to trade in your hatred
Draped in your ailments, save face and wake up.

If this is my curtain call
Last night as the king
I won't let you see my fall
I will keep hiding...
In the wings.