Crazy Eights from Omens by Futurist

I woke up alone on the outside
Looking in, with all the compassion of
The hunters tiptoe in the shadows,
Blessing his kill, completing a circle.

You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way through.

This fanatical faith in a culture
That blames our pain on others who won't fall in line.
They'll hate when you change into someone
They can't see yet, like fading from photographs.

You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way through.

Don't let it consume you.
They'll grin and confuse you.
Their bias is blind and leading the blind.
Don't fall in line.

You don't have to do as they do.
It's a bitter pill I know it.
Just let it go.

You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.

• Alternative
• Alternative Rock
• Curtis Peel
• Futurist
• Joey Campanella
• Josh Curry
• Omens
• Pink Floyd
• Pop
• Psychedelic-Pop
• Rock
• The Weeknd
• Flagstaff