The ground laid down
In the unknown colour of green
This cruel world felt young
Till we were gently unseen

Can you take it back across the river
For inspection, to check if it still breathes

High and the lows, such a mountain seeps into shore
The fever grows, and I don't know, the meaning of this bell
Do you hate this, when you are feeling thin and bored
Or do you hate that, a mouthful of words to abide my unforgiving tell

Led down, dear child, push gnome out of the frame
Make room for yourself, space you won't let anyone in, brace
And in a thousand years, when all of this cruelty is upon us, in spring
There will be flowers and tree all over your living grave

Dear Lady Lazarus, I always get stuck when I start to write
Can I stop believing in the unknown, abstract, neigh, and the dark
I am scared, and all around the watchtower there were knights
Signal of distress, liars, thieves, herd of unheard sparks

It was the little child, with balloon in hand
Asking for some shelter against the coming storm
But all request was met by dismissal, he turned to far sand
Where he stood atop a great sea, a hollow mountain was born

In the watchtower as I watched, in some fond
I couldn't help him, for I'm a chained king, blind
So I asked for forgiveness from the mountain, or deity, or electron
I'm trapped, Lady Lazarus please let it be meaning you find.

Myth is blooming like an ambitious lily
Too little and innocent for this world
Out of that contrary scene, the sky
darkened
And everything went parallax, turning blue
All of this foundation of our creed, are built on blood and myth
Like the lily it collapses in craze
Flee for your love or your own mistakes

To the voice that alarms my people,
No wonder she bled recalling it,
There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love,
The feeling of coldness only drowned cowards feel
Is sharp and acute when she is not around
I wonder if there are Faults in Our Stars or just ill luck

It's easy to sleep in the modern world
Sky's dripping gasoline
The airbag taking control, tantrum
The machine with no emotions, is our best friend
The first light shining unequally
Hoax, it's a hoax. The emotions.
It's easy to sleep in the modern world

Mind is drowning out from the noise outside
Wondering the social battery on some
Wondering the concrete
Mind's lost to a few lines of code
Wonder what can one do if you're full
Of noise, powerless and safe

Are we reflections or relics?
Do you own your ideas, or are they but a symptom of your heroes
Could you get atleast activation energy
To get some rest, or think?
Without voices in your head
Heard endless
Boundless