Testo di 'Ready About' di Not Blood Paint

Vices operating me
Ready about
I wanna ask you a simple question
How do I put up with my own moral corruption?
I wanna know how to get past and through
And what exactly as a man I am supposed to do
To sever the ties, affix a new direction
Or am I forced to forever relearn the same lessons?

So that's it I'm leaving
No I can't hang on

Cast off I wanna try
Packing bags I leave tonight
May a beacon always shine
No choice but to travel through the night

Sitting on the sides, water bubbling up, I'm in trouble double-crossd by the misdirection
No telling east from west with no sun to set, I'm letting doubt come down to cloud my senses
Sucking the tide, flying the signs, racing an approaching storm as the wind is rising
Am I trying to hide from my insides, is it a lie or is it time to ride this tempest?
A crackle in the sky again, I take another vitamin and see the southern eye open as pulses quicken
Stick a stick in the wind and my skin goes tight, there's a lightning strike and I can see the instant
Checking the time, awakening in all the water, thought I'd better be better than I was before,
Going out of my home alone and rolling only where the wind blows/
Making eyes only open wider as the wind blows

Cast off I wanna try
Packing bags I leave tonight
May a beacon always shine
No choice but to travel through on

And it's along way around
And it doesn't get any easier
But don't give up when you get sucked down
There is a gull out there somewhere

A light on the water line is open there for all to see
Flashes on the starboard side are open right in front of me

Past your lighthouse it was: Cold and lonely
Why are you leaving?
For the right reasons?
Past your lighthouse it was: Bring the boys back home

Life's a strong man's game
Who have you to blame?
Past your lighthouse it was: Take your burdens with you
Why are you leaving?
Take what you're given

Past your lighthouse it was: Open sesame
Strange as it may seem
We're not so different
Past your lighthouse it was: Clear and open

Why are you leaving?
For the right reasons?
Past your lighthouse it was: Bets are off forever
Give what you're given
Time to deliver.