found in those chosen
Mending and bending
sleeping in again
You've found your mouth
but your brain is behind
and in a bind
but you're so blind
And a little too kind

I took it to mean
something bland
and unseen
Straight in my face
and at such a fast pace
Didn't think I could
stand
Didn't think I could
be in the band
Shows what you know
You never
know what you show

Undercurrents of metaphors
Running with broken spores
till empty whores
found the emptiness abound
Distorting and sorting
Sleeping in again
You found your match
But he won't light
so you're left to fight
on a lonely night
out of sight

But you're in the right

Right?