It's like trailing off, you know. Craving constant unawareness.
We're addicted to getting lost
Inflicted by a logic impairment.
Watch your tv, listen to their music.
Sickened by the views it's truly a mood trick.
Imagine a household, amassed by this foul hold.
Sitting in down pour, trapped by this crowd code.
A programming to stop advancement
Live vicariously, and laugh at hat tricks.
But that's it, it's tragic, they call it magic.
A lab ridden with addicts to stall our actions.
It saddens me to say, this house were discussing right now.
Isn't laden with mud and clay, lets just say we're gonna drown.

In the last year we've talked twice.
We locked eyes once, but walked by.
Thought, "can't hear your song, cry"
But "your wrong," right? Go on lie.
What happened here, Did bonds die?
Did we try to right the wrongs of a long life with false hype.
Maybe that's it, a crazy tactic of a Cold War.
A preemptive head trip, so that's it? "No more?"
No more.

I wonder, if I keep talking will you listen.
Thunder walking, a shrill envisioned.
A pill prescription to either heal or sicken.
But in the end you will fear the wicked.

Please no ups and downs, no undulations.
Don't make waves that cut the sound like iterations.
Let it go, I bet it flows. It might be bitter haven,
but love those who grow above this simple hatred.

Open your eyes and be quiet.
Don't pass away just believe in dying.
Treat the crying with tears of might
And buy me another day to appeal your fright.

Believe in me Zion.

I fell from a high place. Rebelled and defiled Grace.
Her face so ripe in the light of faith leaving this plight so trite,
It's mine to taste.

I do not feel, weakness is for the blessed.
I am not real, breathless, fading and wretched. So...
As this tiny flash appears, it takes all attacks of fear.
And like the light of a kings ears, it breaks the fight for a new year.