The Sorting (feat. Dave Depper)

All my best friends were made through statements of flaw

If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?

I can blot out a mark or blur how I move

But distance breeds when seeking these solutions

I bind my worth to marking all of my actions

Right or not right -- and I mask half of these

I chase the safety that sorting sometimes can bring

By pushing out friends just trying to see me

I praise the makers whose trades stay disconnected

From filters of fault, and speak a weakness loud

I chase creation, but my head seeks corrections

To shit that I share

It rules what is allowed

But my best friends were found through statements of flaw

If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?

You can blot out a mark or blur how you move

But distance breeds when seeking these solutions