State of the Union - Vicious Sentiment

Days are trivial and the distance is so vast
and I just count the hours right before we meet
for many years I roamed this dessertness alone
a celebration of the many things to come

I will find my half alone
I will find the way back home

In this vicious sentiment love spirals down a hole
I feel trapped inside this world but I will find the way back home
freedom is greeting my return as I fall into your arms
just a picture keeps me warm raging pulses in my heart

I feel nothing more than emptiness inside
the tick of time is drowning deep into the sand
well all I am asking for is mercy for my soul
I question God to tell me why this feels so real

As I turned I saw the answers on the wall
same words I never bothered to make of my own
they seemed so blured at times but now they look so clear
a blindfold mask so tied I couldn't even breath