From the recording Gainsayer

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Written by Bridge The Gap
Produced by Bill Stevenson
Mixed & Mastered by Jason Livermore
Recorded at The Blasting Room in Ft. Collins, CO.

Lyrics

I can’t relate to you no more
I’m moving forward
Stuck in a static comfort zone
Of brick and mortar

You can’t reach the straps
Those boots are still beyond your grasp

Strain and squint to read the Book of Life
You wonder why the ache is in your eyes
Useless organs of the idle kind
No education for the willful blind
Whoa
This artificial state of bliss is ignorance

There’s no such thing as standing still
You’re falling backward
Beware the confidence of fools
Resigned and captured

You can’t reach the straps
Those boots are still beyond your grasp

Strain and squint to read the Book of Life
You wonder why the ache is in your eyes
Useless organs of the idle kind
No education for the willful blind
Whoa
This artificial state of bliss, a destructive ignorance

Why do my eyes hurt?
Because you’ve never used them
It’s only hubris, after all, if you fail

I’ve tried to reason and persuade
But now I laugh
You operated in bad faith
It always ended in debate

We both know you’re terrified to take a chance
To roll the dice
A willing victim and a slave to circumstance

Strain and squint to read the Book of Life
Wonder why the ache is in your eyes
Useless organs of a captured mind
No liberation for the willful blind

Whoa
An artificial state of bliss
Woah
In thrall to tribe and prejudice
Woah
This artificial state of bliss
Let’s call it what it is