There's no feeling like the one that's buried deep within ourselves
The one that we keep digging for
the one that's left without a voice
There's no thing that we can say that will ever be enough
There will never be anything left to do
There will never be anything left to do
our own smallest amounts of self
Those internal feelings That hold like damns
that vice turns into recklessness
Holding on-to a raging bull
Instilled in all of the things we can't touch
Instilled in all of the things we can't be
There is something radiant in all of the things we crave
there's nothing else like the feeling that's buried deep within ourselves
The feeling that keeps us breathing
