Conduit

Knuckle Puck

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I had that dream again
Grinding teeth through an absent head
Losing control again
To forget is to be calm
By passing broken fingers through aching palms
You will awake again
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
I went lucid, she said
Tried every minute of my waking unconsciousness
To start again

But the man in the doorway, he always had better plans
Cause an idle mind is the fault of idle hands
And you can't break the boy to forge a better man
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
Chalk it up to cognitive dissonance
I am aware and I will remember this
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?