In our pain, we see everything
Knowing our ignorant pathetic feelings of guilt, is for our God
It makes us try to not refuse the truth about life and the colors inside,
We are loved for a sake greater than we can see
But even when our views are from the lake, the shore and the grass
The riddle was never solved without Love and Its grace
And the lie wasn’t denying that my lsd was poison
But that the foundation of it was the cure
it just isn’t actuality
but in reality you reap what you sow
Not by your own understanding, your idols are a joke
But little does the fish know that the eclipse is what controls the tides