FLOWERS GATHERED from "UNREALITY" EP by OUTPATIENT

I'm riding a fine agnostic line
I'm trying to see through filled up eyes
I'm playing around in a burial ground
I want to get lost in the realm of the found

Right now you're breathing meaning into me
Though long ago you fell short of breath
The world is a fossilized impression
Hanging on for dear life to death

I respond to the name that you've given to me
But the map has replaced the territory
Stories are cut like flowers from life
Snapshots taken from moments in time
The rose as it is dies once it is picked
Nothing that's real can truly be fixed

There's a pious song which has been passed around
You'll say the words when you see the sound
It's common knowledge that never got learned
The sound fills your head but can not be heard

• Punk
• garage
• hardcore
• pop punk
• rock
• Kamloops