Rorschach - Typhoon

Eyes on the screen

We have all the information now, but what does it mean?

All this progress;

hope is with us;

stretching above

Reason’s a tease

Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves

There’s no followers;

there’s no compass;

a dozen clouds

And left wondering: what happened to the life we lost, that got lost in the

living?

And all this fiction makes me nervous

Turns out it was blood spilled on the canvas we admired just like some

Rorschach painting

The film in your brain—it edits to remember, keeps the figure in the frame

It’s a sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out

with the blame

And I’m trying to stay sane—meanwhile, the river of forgetfulness it starts

spilling the banks

Caught in a lie and instead of fessing up, we’d sooner just go out of our heads

I’ve been holding up my end when I should have doubled-down on my own atom bomb

shelter instead

Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on to every thing?

Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on to your memory?

Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on?

How you gonna hold on when you know that you can’t?