Phander - Isolation

This road
You won't find it on all the maps
It is old
Who designed it with all the traps
I'm sure nobody will ever reach for
The other end
I don't need
Another hand
Top secret
There's a house on a mountain
Guess who resides there
Yes it's me
Old trail tracks
Fill the path
Round and round to the mountain top
I suggest you not to rut
With pickaxe shuffle and your handcar
No offense but
At the glance
You're in a rut

And life is not a pie
In a carrousel
And I'm riding up the
Heights of the human race
Feeling so ashamed
That I isolate

Years ago
And years ago
Do I remember
I don't know
My miracle
Sir, here's a call
For Mr.No
I missed her soul
Under the mistletoe
Wow
Bitter blood path
Pictures brought back
Bed babe plots
Blame bourbon bottles
Please blur bride puppets
Burn personal boxes
Noxious objects
Long forgotten
While I'm still hunting treasures
Precious little things
You can't top this
I got this
With nothing around
Found wings to bounce
Beyond the rim no ground
Sounds like I'm king of town
A wunderkind that found
A swing to mount
Between limbs now
This little thing shouts
Rings out about
How the wind recounts
The boys birthing bound
Senses pass down
Generations dim the knowhow
Because this boy earns all the sickness you ground
And now look at him he swims to find a more intimite house
But all he thinks is
No I'm stormbound

And my life is not a pie
In a carrousel
And he's riding up the
Heights of the human race
Feeling so ashamed
That he isolates

We've been alone for almost all our lives
Pulling pushing bodies around losing grip
Falling upside-down into black waters can you dive
Or are you drowning to the sound of silence as their faces vanish
Yeah
We're damaged
From all this anguish
Are we thankful
Or just savage
We are magnets
With the habit
Of grabbing all, that we can imagine
Moving to fast with our gadgets
Crashing all the essentials
Deformed by our own cause
And we still think we've evolved for bi millionaires

Our lives are not a pie
In a carusell
And we're riding up the
Heights of the human race
Feeling so ashamed
That we isolate

Life is not a pie
In a carrousel
I'm riding up the
Heights of the human race
Feeling so ashamed
That I isolate

Written by:
Jakob Botic

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