No More Room in our overstuffed minds
This song is very simple. It is about letting go of the definition, every definition, of what we call life. We don't know if this is life or death, heaven or hell, or everything simultaneously. It's about letting go of every psychological definition we were taught. We call ourselves humans living on earth. Why do we use these terms? Is it not because that is what we were taught from birth? Certainly, it is. We don't know what or where we are. We're here, and we don't know where 'here' is. It's about stepping out of what we were taught and being free to breathe and listen.
We tried our best to make it better
But in the journey, we forgot each other
Now is the time to come together
There’s no more room for error
There's no more room in this empty mind
No more rooms to rent
To the vagabonds selling their scent
I will never hold this in my scarred hands
Always made it for the bold
Living in the dying cold
They took all they see without care
No more room
Nothing here to sell
Beyond heaven and hell
Melting waves of nothingness
Is blissful kisses
Wishful kisses
We tried our best to make it better
But in the journey, we forgot each other
Now is the time to come together
There’s no more room for error
We tried our best to make it better
But in this journey, we forgot each other
Now is the time to come together
There’s no more room for error
