Idling repeats, memories turning vicious. Lying in a field, I set my sights onto the skies. Now I can't remember what I wanted so badly. I trusted I was happy, now a mere memory. Yeah, I've been goin', no matter what's in front. No matter what it may be. Memories of holding onto dawn's edge and spitting things out. Society's all for the loudest voice, and here I am, still speaking silence. It's an aside, a boat in full bloom, to face all the prejudice and misunderstandings.