Need to know
A threat in the middle
Of an argument with a mind to blow
Has or has not, the irony I sit, let a reason say little...

Patience for an evening eye
Torrid is nowhere in the same, betting on the name
Of clashes to fast, the space of picking the sigh...
Before the silence has a chance to consume reality for fame

Strange, paranoid, sulking with inner most desire
Redress is nowhere to be found, except in the hands of love...?
Baring the sort's, and the figure of animosity to inquire
Is a relapse of gift's, the only way to get through to you, us...

What is this mystical gift you offer?
A half of simplicity in the known, to take the conscience
Of redoubt, to a level in the score, of wielding the sight of a lover
With a risk for issue, that is the thread of dismay, we practice for ends

See the coming hope of answer's, we know to be...
Them and self, to recreate a voice from needs, and nothing
But the irony you suggest, is a glance at what we deem
Is the privilege of concern for actuality, to begin here with means?

Hell, says a voice that knew the course of a phantom's ship
Habit and craving the sound of particular's to share a creed
See the honor of proof of honor being, the succor we fit
Into a pocket of days, dreams we seem and affluency yearned to lead...