Volatile from Prison Planet by Jahn Criminal

Feeling volatile
As signs point to the change
And moving on's
The only thing that stays the same

When I'm not gone
I've really had enough
Of thinking on
Days wasted alone

Half sleeping
Un-tired
In static control

Any other time
I'd have to trust my gut
To eat the mind
And tell me things are looking up

These days align
Just to fade before my eyes
Had I dreamed it all
Just to tell myself I'm

Feeling drawn to the trip I'm on
The ship has come into view
Hand over heart as the thoughts distort
And drift away for good

Half sleeping
Un-tired
In static control

Chronicle your heart
And tell me what you see
How invisible
Do you want to be

What lies before
The gate of so mature
If I had more time
I'd waste it all for sure

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