Testo: Paulson. Variations. Optimism Is For Stupid Idiots.

in a second it all could change like a bird that hit the glass. your eyes are open but you couldn't have known as you slam into the pane of a window. a flash flood at a euology; it was the way you said my name. the world is perfect when i'm half asleep and it kind of makes me find it hard to swallow. in a second it all could change like a bird that hit the glass. your eyes are open but you couldn't have known.

changes tear up the tracks but leave the rails intact. their strength's untested but integrity's not what they lack. the message came across, tapped in as dash and dot. their hearts were hoping but a random pattern's what they got.

the syllables, they sound like words. so what you felt is what you heard. but syllables is all they were. they're not for you, and never meant for what you made them serve.

and soa seed is sown; the roots grow green and gold. they find some comfort in pretending that they're not alone. but after time, this tree's no longer make believe. they made religion by believing what they can't percieve.

say these walls come down, freed you from this maze. the sun set south and gravity gave you to the sky. how would you explain?