Here we are once again

right back to the places

where we started to connect the dots

but now they've spread like chickenpocs

smothering

covering

we cant hide our problems

so we pass them to the left again

and light

I need no rhyme or reason

to procreate the season

no I don't

if I'm the gold standard and if god planned it

then its OK

give us just one more day

one more in and out

and then we swear well crawl right back into

the caves that we started from

and if we take some time

can we really make it out alive?

I need no rhyme or reason

I'd get back for the season

no I dont

if I'm the gold standard and if god planned it

then its OK

we let it slip away

and all we have is time

mirrors in our eyes

reflect into my mind

No es mi còrazon

or my chromosomes

but it's my brain thats blown

going insane at home

from what I hear on the phone

lines crossed, ties lost

for another thunder brother with a different boss

and from a tablet on a mountain

to a burning cross

to an undiscovered fountain

with life the cost

now I aint tryin to be bigger, tell the stealer from the giver, or taking sides

cuz my tide's your tide

you've got to solve to dissolve

life's a series of rolls

and a taking of tolls

and chasing of trolls

down rabbit holes

that don't lead to nothing at all

I need no rhyme or reason

I'd get back for the season

no I dont

if I'm the gold standard and if god planned it

then it's OK