A Maker Of My Time

Held up here, it's a silent fear
 And this space don't take my mind
 A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake
 That I'm clothed in
 I can't see when I filled with sleep
 It's a golden dream of mine
 But when I rise with my morning eyes
 It's all spoken
 Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole
 Taste, the feeling of a fever soul
 All in all I need to get me through
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 I still stir, such a war of words
 I'm a maker of my time
 I feeble man with a broken plan
 Oh I'm loathing
 Make my bed on the great unsaid
 And my meekness sends me low
 I stood fair, but you still weren't there
 So you've chosen
 Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole
 Taste, the feeling of a fever soul
 All in all I need to get me through