Things are Gonna Change

Seasons crystalize, refract the light

Any stain my mood

Black birds they sympathize and shake

The skies

As my prelude

And I will rise up from the pit

White eyed with bloody fingertips

So long under the ground

With dried leaves in my mouth

My voice will rise out of the din

No longer cracked or paper thin

This time I'll make a sound

My yawn from underground

Things are gonna change...

Silence blurs the lines, I draw the blinds

It still seeps through

Unheard I'd lose my mind, I'm hypnotized

And so damn blue

Oh it aches

But silence, it breaks, I've

Made up my mind

This is my time

Got Bones to grind, I'll

Take what's mine

And I will rise up from the pit

White eyed with bloody fingertips

So long under the ground

With dried leaves in my mouth

My voice will rise out of the din

No longer cracked or paper thin

This time I'll make a sound

My yawn from underground

Things are gonna change,,,