This time
Act athourative
Give pleasure to the pain
Demand respect
Be an as whole
As long as you don't hurt yourself

Counteract the regression
Look inside find peace and perfection
Hurry the hachet
And then go steal your key
Back from the wicked witch
And stupid ol monkey

I'd agree things
Aren't meant
To repeat
You act as if
It's good to feel rushed
Nervous behavior
Come to a stop

Let winds whisper
And trees blow
Go to places
No one knows

Then
And only then
Will they leave
You alone

Part one
Scene a million
Out of nowhere came a shadow
I looked to my right
And felt this strange
Oppressed and battle
Timeline jumping
Scattered
What the he'll does it matter
Stop and pursue
The red flag
That you draw

You can't hurt me
You are fictional past
Someone somewhere far away
Hurt you and I sit everyday
With your pain
I give it back