I keep losing days and losing faces like imaginary traces in a haze I've too much to tell for me to space it I need to know at very least what's left to me in vain There's no path, no answer, no destination Only avoiding the void? what an abysmal occupation [Lost!] in the present tense [We're lost!] in the present tense This deep in the span, there’s no way but forward Pull toward the nearest orbit point and try to make land Inside the caption, I can’t help espying The year-to-year, the little span bookending our claim Now I keep track of days and missing faces So imaginary traces don’t get lost in the haze [Lost!] in the present tense

Em Em Dm Am Trying to feel normal Rising on a thermal Getting too high To glide on by Three sheets to the rudder Tying on another Forgetting to steer My way through here C In lieu of some protection F Praying for ejection G When the fear of death beleaguers Am I pull The Leaver So many here have gathered A constant need to scatter Needling thought: Be where they’re not Partly want to party Feels more like a sortie What good is defense When only I’m against? [Chorus] I know it's my own engines Send me to this ending I could ensure survival Instead I fed the spiral Pull the lever, pull the lever Pull the lever, pull the lever When the sealegs’ shifting Sends you drifting Will the cumulonimbus Swallow you up in it? Will the force of the fall Or the shock of the withdrawal If the impact doesn’t kill Then my God, what will? [Verse] I sputter and I scramble Hand upon the handle Predicting the fall As everything stalls What options I am opting As altitude is dropping Intense interference On my final appearance [Chorus] Keep my eyes on the horizon But the ground keeps on arising My wings are insufficient To play a coefficient I know it's my own engines Send me to this ending I could ensure survival Instead I fed the spiral In lieu of some protection Praying for ejection When the fear of death beleaguers I pull The Leaver

C C F7 Ab Former adventurer/explorer, Silas Morner C C F7 Ab Paralyzed by paranoia and pareidolia C G Bb F7 Bitter and bereft now his better half has left C F7 Ab Fdim [G7, but G -> G#] But he’s all right, right now C F7 Ab C He’s all right, right now C C F7 Ab Scrolling through an endless feed of current annals C C F7 Ab Focused on distractions from a chain of channels C G Bb F7 Caught up in the ebb of a stationary web C F7 Ab Fdim It heaves his weightless brow C F7 Ab C C C C C Ab Ab Fdim Fdim C C F7 Ab Mission interrupted by a chance encounter C C F7 Ab Invaded by a host of parasitic flounders C G Bb F7 Drained us of our lives, so we sank back to survive C F7 Ab Fdim But he’d die by his prow C F7 Ab Fdim C C F7 Ab Struggling to supply the cells, this loyal bleeder C C F7 Ab Swallowed up a deadly dose to feed the feeders C G Bb F7 Shuffled off his troubles and rose to ride again C F7 Ab Fdim That’s how he’s all right, right now C F7 Ab Fdim Yes, he’s all right, right now E E A7 C E E A7 C E B7 D7 A7 E A7 C E C C F7 Ab The bow he’s bound to bear is bearing now and now again C C F7 Ab Reminded by the blinking signs he cannot yet attend C G Bb F7 For now he’s killing time in the seat whose arms confine C F7 Ab Fdim So he’s all right, right now C F7 Ab Fdim Yeah he’s all right, right now C F7 Ab Fdim C Yeah he’s all right, right now

Left behind to burn in silence in the waters orange and red The ashes sifting drifting in the tide But the roots come cloudeth over, catch the sole in middle step What consciousness is dreaming now inside? Left behind dryadic slumber to become another number Come reborn among the mouthbreathers and apes Once I’d hoped to heal the hurting, all the worst that keeps on worsening Back before big money could lay me down to waste CHORUS Once a man, but gone marine Dissipated, reconvened Held together by some power yet unseen So I go in turn, returning to the Green We leave behind the mortal thunder for the fractallating wonder Come reborn inverted, numbered of the roots All at once I face the center and the judgment of the Trees The old eternal ancient sound of mute CHORUS Once a man, but gone marine Dissipated, reconvened Held together by some power yet unseen Driven by a memory A once-complete humanity Reconstituted, reformed by false belief Now the yearning churns, as we turn to the Green Now we go in turn, returning to the Green