Mesa

I've been alone so long.
Present in every song.

About who's jailed or free.
Whoever looks can't see.

About how, when you die,
you're lost to the All-Seeing Eye.

I talked with God for so long.
I might as well be dead.

Still alive to speak to you.
Ignore the pain inside your head.

It leads to self-destruction.
It kills love and trades your fate.

Go and read between the lines
if it isn't yet too late.

The way the world stands still,
the way you're lost in space,

the way we're crossing lines
—a map of a dead-end maze.