Lyrics Past the Sun - Quinston Pugh

I been in Isolation
Stuck up in a fight with myself
Never anybody's favorite
Yeah they looked and put me back on the shelf
So I'm heading to the station
Up in Space, I see no one else
And the moon keeps on waning
Got this darkness in my head coming down
The world feeling small
I, feel I'm the bad guy, cuz I'm too diffèrent, ohh

Got a Loose connection, with everyone I know
Think I'm superficial, but I'm just tryna grow
Try communicating, it can't be this hard to show
Who I am
Butt I count my blessings, and smile through the show
When they close the curtain, there's only one that knows
How I'm suffocating, and drowning, I'm out of control

I'm falling now, I won't look down
I'm calling out, I'm calling out
Burning up, think my time is up
But I'm pushing through tlll I, till I fly right past the sun

I can't breathe, my soul retracts
Yet in my mind, I overreact
What to say when I'm in pain, I analyze all of the facts
Close my eyes, I'm in the zone
Yet when they open I'm all alone
My mistakes make me ashamed
But I will rise up out the vault

Loose connection, with everyone I know
Think I'm superficial, but I'm just tryna grow
Try communicating, it can't be this hard to show
Who I am
But I count my blessings, and smile through the show
When they close the curtain, there's only one that knows
How I'm suffocating, and drowning, I'm out of control

I'm falling now, I won't look down
I'm calling out, I'm calling out
Burning up, think my time is up
But I'm pushing through tlll I, till I fly right past the sun

It's too late
My pride is in the way
It makes me want to change
Don't feel happy for being me
So freeze frame, the asteroids in the way
I've drifted off to Space
And the heat is burning off of my face
As I fly right Past the Sun

Past the sun
Oooh yeah yeah yeah
In the Twilight Zone
As I fly right past the sun

"There was a village, built of
Crumbling clay and rotting wood
And it squatted ugly under a broiling sun
Like a sick and mangy animal wanting
To die
This village had a virus shared by its people
It was the germ of squalor, of hopelessness
Of a loss of faith..."