Self Control

Fill me in...
...just how far did you fall?
...as you tripped to rock bottom edge...
Was it real?
Could you feel anything?
Was there blood?
Was there sand?

Can you take me to the river's edge?
This is closer than i've ever been.
We're walking on the bright broken sands...
So here my friend i present to you a life that's worth living in
So SWEAR to me that this night you're NEVER going to give it in
SPEAK TO ME!
will we walk away from time?
will we walk away?
will we live to see another day?
will we walk away from time itself?
will we walk away?

Which one of these prophets can tell me just where this river ends?
...and what lies around the riverbend?
...does a quiet oasis still stand?
...does it serve a purpose...other than it's own?

I have chosen this drowning,
I surface,
then swallow,
submersion.
Sink to the bottom of a cold breathless self-exploration!
...and if choosing our ending means everything,
where does that leave us?
With nothing but thoughts of a cold life that is barely worth living in.
So SWEAR to me that this night you're NEVER going to give it in
SPEAK TO ME!
will we walk away from time?
will we walk away?
will we live to see another day?
will we walk away from time itself?
will we walk away?

which one of these prophets can tell me anything????

Overwhelmed, and overbearing
I reach for nature,
then unto a younger sky.
Finding out, all this while...
all along insight was...
the beauty of choice is...
the beauty of choice,
it's the only thing you can really call your own

I have chosen this drowning,
I surface,
then swallow,
submersion.
Sink to the bottom of a cold breathless self-exploration!
...and if choosing our ending means everything,
where does that leave us?
With nothing but thoughts of a cold life that is barely worth living in.
Rise tonight,
stand with me,
hand in hand,
together, we walk!