Sunder

Im building resentment I cannot share

Everyday livin like I'm in hell

Driving at night I ask myself

What are those voices I see there

Cedar wants to embrace myself

I'm sipping cidar and drive away

Yet I wonder what would it be like

Harvest The Cedar the tool's my car

The sweet means of eternal slumber

I hit I quit, my phone, my number

Rin rin rin rin where are you Father?

Rin rin rin rin can't hear I'm under

Rin rin rin rin

I cry wrecked by decisions made up to this point unable to move at least I found my stasis guess

I'll be here for a while

Sunder