praxis

Orijinal

Misinterpret every word spoke

I'm not strong, no tower, no oak

You know a new skin doesn't bring hope

It's not supposed to, it just gets you close

What more can I explain?

The whole world that I contain

It's not a matter of better days

A generator whenever I say

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis

Every step I take keeps the world on its axis

All the little things learned to keep this true

All the sleight of hand just to make it through

'Cause I could talk about the halo

I never capture most of its glow

Shiver, scared, lame, asshole

How does it feel we've arrived your home?

What more can I obtain?

At least some life that I have gained

It's not a matter of better days

A generator whenever I say

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis

Every step I take keeps the world on its axis

All the little things learned to keep this true

All the sleight of hand just to make it through

Just to make this true

A little air with little insight

A little blood, little out of spite

A little life for you to live right

The drugs to eat or to spend the night

With no letter, no invite

No comfort, you push back tight

Needle motor slap your insides

Polly ghost, honeybee confined, oh

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis

Every step I take keeps the world on its axis

All the little things learned to keep this true

All the sleight of hand just to make it

That every time I walk out of the house, that's praxis

Every step I take keeps the world on its axis

All the little things learned to keep this true

All the sleight of hand just to make it through

Oh, just to make it through, woah!

Just make it through!