(Verse 1)
If you're like me, I know you think too much.
It keeps you up at night.
All you do is write,
but all you do is wrong
.. at least in your actions.
At least in your mind, I guess.
But it's the stress
that bests the best that
we can muster.
A cluster of knots in your chest again.
It manifests like
every night.
And then regret will settle in,
but what to regret?
Man, We never know.
We never know what to do when it strikes,
What a few minutes might
get to do to your mind.
And it's true that life
can be a hell of a thing
from both ends of the spectrum.
What end do you see?
My.. bet's on blue.
What color's happy anyway?
My guess says you
don't know either way.
but This is not a message for a better day.
Just a guide to fight the demons away. I know ya.

(Chorus)
I know you wanna
leave all your problems
deep in your conscience.
Eternal solver.

(Verse 2)
It's a three-way fork.
There's no turning back,
only two ways to go forth.
And we keep on
lookin' down the wrong way
cause we know the road ends
quicker. Maybe stops pain.
Maybe we don't got strength.
Maybe we don't want faith.
Maybe we don't see the reason to go far ways
when
all we've known is bad days,
and in that state,
we feel a little crazy with a mad brain,
and a sad face
with a sad fate,
and we tend to drive slower in a fast lane.
Most people would be happy,
but we can't be.
Man, it seems my brain just wants to stab me.
..Every sad thought strapped in the back to attack
your being with a harsh advance.
And at a glance,
it can seem like you don't have a chance
in hell. (NO BREATH)
All you really gotta do is make a stand.

(Chorus)
I know you wanna
leave all your problems
deep in your conscience.
Eternal solver.

(Verse 3)
When daybreaks,
day breaks me down.
Now, I waste muscles
turnin' face to frown.
Now, the night is gone;
the day is young,
but I don't wanna see the sun.
I'm feelin' an absence in my presence today.
I lost myself awhile back; I guess the feelin is just evident today.
I been on autopilot,
and I might need a mechanic
'cause I'm breakin' down.
My thoughts speed, and the brakes are down.
Why fight it?
My dreams have been my drive,
and yet I can't dream.
It seems I'm chasing the horizon,
but..
...This really shouldn't mean an end
when everything in this world is just means to an end,
even life itself.
but death is not the end goal.
Here's the reason that I'm pickin up the pencil:
To teach you that you gotta learn to love yourself,
or your mind will always trap you in your own hell.

(Chorus)
I know you wanna
leave all your problems
deep in your conscience.
Eternal solver.