Lyric

Feeling some kind of way

I don't know if I'm awake

I can't tell if I'm dreaming

My mind is shorting out

The switch starts to flicker

What I want I'm unsure

Pick up the stray thoughts

I was pulling from the ether

Feeling some kinda way

Look around and we were replaced

Consider this a test of fate

Between a dream and awoke

Somewhere in the middle

Have I put us in this pickle

Wishing that I wasn't fickle

These thoughts becoming less civil

Between the world of the mind

And everything I've left divided

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kind

Becoming less civil

These thoughts are becoming

These thoughts are becoming less civil

Civil

Feeling some kind of way

I don't know if I'm awake

I can't tell if I'm dreaming

My mind is shorting out

The switch starts to flicker

What I want I'm unsure

Pick up the stray thoughts

I was pulling from the ether

Feeling some kinda way

Look around and we were replaced

Consider this a test of fate

Between a dream and awoke

Somewhere in the middle

Have I put us in this pickle

Wishing that I wasn't fickle

These thoughts becoming less civil

Between the world of the mind

And everything I've left divided

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kindness

The deserving and pious

Feeding off each other's kind

Becoming less civil

These thoughts are becoming

These thoughts are becoming less civil

Civil