New Light Slates

In the middle of the desert
Like a group of bats
They've been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that

I lost track of how many times
We fight over and over over the same old rag
We can't come back
Can't make it back to live like that
As if none of this ever made us bleed, roll up your sleeves
Clearly they're not following
Clearly the system isn't up to speed
Updates, new light slates, who could figure it won't necessarily mean
Less stress
It most definitely don't mean success
Emptiness of external approval Can't fill it up if you don't let me be
I don't let me feel whatever keeps me away
From the portrait i made of myself
I depend on validation but I feel it nevertheless

Seeking for a nomad living
What was left behind
In a devastated picture, lesson on their backs
Sun is way too high

Inevitably, sublimating my emotions in the making
I do, I do, I never stop doing
All the words and actions spilling out
I talk in a torrent throwing up whichever comes to mind
It was always easy for me so I don't take any credit
I don't acknowledge the merit

In the middle of the desert
Like a group of bats
They've been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that

I create or copy nice... but I never circulate the feeling
The driving force, staring without judgement
At those terrifying chapters
Scary but tracky a trail to follow on the person I've become
Holy identity full of holes
Holey identity full of hope
To be complete by liquid substance gaseous matter
Flee the concrete flee our own mess, goes without saying