Cloaked - Rolo Tomassi

Ticking through decades, impaired and unchanged

Move in the space between where decisions were made

Is it too much to live with this?

The worst of it still growing

Claim, channel, define by one distraction

Ruled without intention, some days I felt that burden

Is it too much to live with this?

The worst of it still growing

What lies beyond the end of this?

Wait for it

Wait for it

Screaming on the outside looking in

Longing for the simplicity of nothing

To bend without breaking when chances are slim

Locked in this rhythm, locked in this ruling

Screaming on the outside looking in

Longing for the simplicity of nothing

To bend without breaking when chances are slim

Longing for the list of things I’m losing