Kurt Travis
Antiquate
When all the leaves die
Will the roots and branches stand their own
Drain all of my energy
Hollow body void of vitality
Essence is a masterpiece that dies on display
Remember my colors and not a fancy frame

Can we antiquate this life again
When the fall leaves die, what's still within
We're defined by the groundwork we laid
We're derived from the soil and the rain

Germinate and break through the gravity that's holding you down inside your soul
Never grow up, never grow old, never move on
Locked inside my shell
Release me from this hell
Morning light, sunrise
Awake, stretch to the sky
Or decompose at night

Time came and went but I never moved an inch
You came and went but I never moved an inch
(If it ever worked, we'll never know
Do you ever wonder, I'll never know)