Conduit - Knuckle Puck

I had that dream again

Grinding teeth through an absent head

Losing control again

To forget is to be calm

By passing broken fingers through aching palms

You will awake again

If all you are is under the surface

Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?

«I went lucid,» she said

Tried every minute of my waking unconsciousness

To start again

But the man in the doorway, he always had better plans

'Cause an idle mind is the fault of idle hands

And you can’t break the boy to forge a better man

If all you are is under the surface

Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?

If all you are is under the surface

Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?

If all you are is under the surface

Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?

Chalk it up to cognitive dissonance

I am aware and I will remember this

If all you are is under the surface

Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?