Chuck Perrin

What does it matter if I unplug?
I don’t feel it anymore
All this promise of redemption
Keeps me crippled on the floor

I’m only going through the motions
Acting like I’m strong
Curating the illusions
Pretending I belong

I miss the rush of real aloneness
I’ve lost contact with my soul
I prefer to trust my senses
Leave my spirit uncontrolled

So what does it matter if I unplug?
I don’t feel it anymore
All this promise of redemption
Keeps me crippled on the floor