With a status that's flossed you thought that you can't be caught in a box where man is distraught, when shocked you noticed you sought a vision distant in rocks, heart stops and no one can patch a man who's soul is dispatched, to a place where he is attached, in a life where he can't relapse, the facts are clear and now seen, that you was the target from beams, that killed your spirit and dreams, and made you weak in esteem, it seems that man is a puppet, controlled by plagues in a bucket, made from the ones who said **** it, you noticed you was just ducking the ******* vortex that swells with innocent minds in the wells, so with this sight you can tell, that you were never taught well.