Along the way,
I have lost the trail
and I've wandered all around Snowbank.
Along the way, I've sat idly by,
just lifeless dead, I could not bat an eye,
I'd rather to try.
Well, what was I doing before all of this?
And for all I know, it's back to nothingness.
Somehow out of that abyss,
I haven't come,
I've just missed.
I'm not going down like this,
and all this brings me to my logical optimism.
My answer to the question, what's the point?
My biases,
without rhythm.
I'm just a fear that doesn't disappoint.
Along the way,
you will make mistakes,
you will jump the gun instead of pump the brakes.
Along the way,
you will lose yourself,
reinvent yourself and lose yourself again.
That's not the end.
Well, you may as well go try and seize the day,
cause you'll wind up where you're going
either way.
I understand you're asking why,
though that there will come a time when this offer won't apply.
So, why not try this logical optimism?
My answer to the question, what's the point?
My biases,
without rhythm.
A philosophy that doesn't disappoint.
So take a step back,
gather your thoughts,
until you are sure that they are realigned.
Crush the numbers,
until they make sense once again,
cause this life will jumble them, time
and time and time again.
Yes, music brings me to my logical optimism.
My answer to the question, what's the point?
My biases,
without rhythm.
My philosophy that doesn't disappoint.