Common Ground - Vincente Void, Damien Cane

If you knew I’d throw myself off this roof tonight

Would you see my stain before it dries?

Would you be able to recognize?

And if you knew I’d tell God to take me far away

Would you see me fly to outer space?

Would you hear the bones in my body break?

Would there still be 200 feet between the world and me?

And the crows gather round

So concerned now

They stand on common ground

And they won’t make a sound

When I’m laid down

Beneath this common ground

Uncommon thoughts are feeling commonplace

I’ve settled into unsettling mental spaces

Tectonic emotions are shifting above the hell inside of me

When I’m manic I feel like I’m a god

Striking into Achilles with a chainsaw

Been running on adrenaline just to catch a fucking break

Mixing up anxiety with Ritalin

Hoping if I press in I can impress

You can’t see me but you can see Goya

So I scrape my ego off reflections

Keep it arm’s length cause of my paranoia

Don’t I look pretty from far away?

And the crows gather round

So concerned now

They stand on common ground

And they won’t make a sound

When I’m laid down

Beneath this common ground