Dogpile - Swearin'

Racking up the salt to feed desire

From the bottom of the dogpile

Trying anything at all

For the first time in a long while

Staring in the mouth that cleaned me out

Breathing the second hand opinion

Weathering in arrested hell

Hopeless with infinite distractions

Unless, you can let me in

My senses trust not going where I’ve been

Try to find a light to leave behind

Riding the railing of the sideline

What exhumes me from the wire

Does nothing hold you in the meanwhile

Living between gaps of sunken trams

And empty over-stimulation

Where is middle on the map

What is the change without a nation

If you can let me in

By pure dumb luck I’ve gotten where i’m going

Try to find a light to light to leave behind

Try to find a fire the bakes the eyes

Most people’s thoughts are filled with time

What the hell is happening with mine