Featherweight (Lyrics)

tie the ropes and hope that all the knots we've tied will hold us off the rocks below we're breathing but our lives aren't living burning fever in a body rightfully it might believe the air's exchange is fuel to flame and bursts while breathing the static of all has broken our fall you think we're safe? that's insane take your aim and fire radical pulse, emphatic, convulsive waves of change we're not safe - take your aim call out you will see no one's here to catch us arrogance is subtle poison to a presence well deserved of reverence and thoughtfulness our ropes are slipping we're stuck and not evolving but we're packed up for the trip a voyage yet to be invented by our sinking ship to keep our heads above the black and blue would be the least that i'd expect from me-and-you