All these standards
Independent of thought
Origin is classified
******, you and I
Are any of them real?
Or do they reside in expectation?
Look at my soul! Disintegration!
Burning like a phoenix
Until it gets cut off
Slicing through prices
Priceless like diamonds
The ark of our misery
Comes when the finish line is pushed forward
Indefinitely
When asking for a break
Get combed, more scratch than a rake
For when your looking for success
You gotta sell a bit
But, do we "sell a bit" or sell a "bit"
For when life is a show
Every day is just a bit