Lyrics:

Fuck the construct, I’m stepping through the picture frame
To find a place, where lines are blurred and voices strain
I’m preconditioned, to flee the fiction, where’s it’s accepted
I’m out of my head, I can’t breath
I find the edges, and peel it all away, and peel it all away

With eyes wide closed,
shaking hands with ghosts,
I trip on the invisible
My shadow grows as I fold on the floor,
I trip on the invisible

Deaf to concepts, I’m teasing out abstractities
I want to breath, acrylic life into broken dreams
Its come to question, I’ve got the penchant, for the preconception
I’m out of my head, I can’t breath
I find the edges, and peel it all away, and peel it all away

With eyes wide closed,
shaking hands with ghosts,
I trip on the invisible
My shadow grows as I fold on the floor,
I trip on the invisible

With eyes wide closed,
shaking hands with ghosts,
I trip on the invisible
My shadow grows as I fold on the floor,
I trip on the invisible

From the Wildfire Demo/EP 2015, available at http://www.clayravens.com/music/