Rounded

Unfortunate mistake, another plane's been grounded Unfolding pools of wisdom in which we will soon be drowning You look around only to find that you've got yourself rounded The realization overwhelms and makes me think That I can't live A life that's full of constant ifs Can't fight the dust if it keeps Coming back and look there's even more now You can't be saying that it makes me angry and want to report you somewhere So close the door before I hear these outside noises I can't take What are you looking at? Get out! Get out Get out Get out Get out Fear is just the flesh without a spine Walk away before you lose your mind And you'll be fine Your mind is racing on the hills of overused expressions The little things amount to piles of unresolving tensions Like the particles of air that rise to form this massive hurricane That slowly spins around the eye of ultimate and greatest despair Despair I'm scared I'm scared Fear is just the flesh without a spine Walk away before you lose your mind And you'll be fine It's just a product of our own design