I wil lnot always feel this way
An electric storm inherent to its vice
The day billows the drifting haze
A memory attached to a cursed process
Rhythm flanked by uncertainty
Yes i was there but was i really
Happiness claimed by the veil
Sadness masked by a laugh
The sounds echo through synapses
I saw the end and came back again
I saw the end and came back again
Am i the same as ive always been