Testo Paperchains

Is it even true?
And where is it all leading to?
My short sight is good at stealing views
Believing truths appear as lies like eating fruits
I'm so numb, I can't believe the news
Stirring [?] reheated soups
Counting breaths in 3's and 2's
Is this even true?
Why do I limp before I've lost a leg?
Fear grips my hostage head
Death, my fostered friend, lost the end
My worn answers get washed likе the socks I've lost again
Slow down, oh how I wish therе was time
The days fall in high like a water slide
As I form my side to hoard the light
I often forget to call goodbye
I try and store the sights
Before I know the roses, it's autumn time

But I saw you cry
Yeah, I caught a glance
Do I really need answers or an open hand? Do I need a Zeus or a broken man?
These days, my mind steers like a loaded van
Taking garden shears to holy lands
But inside my trojan plans, do I know who I am?
Reflections, strength and as darkness grows
And too often in my party clothes, it hardly shows
But as my imaginary friends start to go
I part the boat long enough to become the only one my father knows

Please calm the ghosts
I see them all inside the glass
I close my eyes like it's the last
A spearhead in my side as I fight the past
Sinking in sodden and clovered fields
Dying under horses and roman shields
I can see this moment for how I will, statue still
And as the days fold out like paperchains
I wait, I wait, I wait in vain
To see your gorgeous face again