Safety in Numbers - Younger Brother

So when you turn your head from these lasers

You find that my?

gets mixed up

My equation seems like years away from this place

And this cold faith, bitter taste, squeezed and then lost

Release me from this cup

And silence the wind that forgives

Hearing the names calling

Horsemen, charging

There is no safety in numbers

There’s no safety in numbers

Can i steer this ship?

Or does she conceive me?

The lighthouse sheds it’s light

And blinds me

The tree stands tall, stands proud

Defeats me

Logic;

these numbers can’t heal me

There’s no safety in numbers

There is no safety in numbers

(spoken)

When you agree that you are casualty to equation

Slave to schematics

A division of greater parts equal to the derivative of itself

And then multiply