Signals

The signal bearing over sunlight rays
Relentless down on through these slow days
Chains holding men with no hands
A hundred years stuck by these lonely hands

Walk upon confession, tangled in expression
Communication, distress headed my direction
Inside my quality, it seemed so merrily
Oh, I miss the good old lonesome days
Signals blurry, comfy in my head

Avoiding the repeats that fill this glass
Yeah, I know all this shit must pass
Deserts drowning men without a heart
Ten thousand years erasing, tearing it all apart

That voice in pain, believes in what it feels
Sounds through your cold soul of steel
A face spirited into a billion birds
When you open your mouth, it hurts

Projecting shadows inside my meadows
Exaggerated, over.....underrated
Secondary terms, show me you've learned
Oh, I miss the good old lonesome days
Signals blurry, comfy in my head