The sick passion we have
Instead of practicing, we envy
We look at the arrogant one
Who brings us down
We scoff at his righteousness
We would love to call him out
Not to teach him his mistakes
But only to bring him down
His perfection: too blind in envy are we
To see his arrogance is that of his weakness
There could be fellowship in both of you
Yet instead we remain, stirring the tensioned brew

You feel so alone, the truth about life
A way to comprehend, the colors inside
Deceptions at hand, what's originally right
You got to be careful, it's a beautiful light
Reality is unknown, what everyone else knows
As if I ever knew, to me will never show
In His image, is what we are
Unimaginable thoughts, this may be of sin
The fall of man, no clarification
Free will is proven, within your boundaries
Beyond you see, even with the mainstream
You stream mainly what, you choose what it is
In what context, your mind is your limit
And free will is fake, your perception is wrong
Your feelings are gay, a fool is how one reads
How one understands, can none be there
Where i go, my own land
Alone we are, together we think
The lessons we learn, the styles we live
Yet we forget, as infinities twin
No more than zero, it's such a joke
To ask for us, below the core
Not for us, our being is just

imagining that place, your heart has seen
as if you were there, you know what of it
it will never exist , your memories are fake
delusions alive, conscious' despair
you dream in the day, but bare in the night
you lurk for its kind, resemblence of old
but here is not there, and your heart becomes broke
because it is what you think, that it is-what it is
and it's beyond of thought, that one cannot grasp
but if it worked out, your emotions would calm
i just wanna know, what you're all about
i've never seen the mountains, i've never seen the oceans
the're not special to me, the heart does not concern
and just to me, my love is all i would grasp
because i can't understand, where exactly you stand
the kind of love, for seeking of it
it's not that i care, it's whether it's legit
i feel so lost, without any of it
because i know any amount, while it doesn't exist
like tearing a limb, is kind of the gist
no way to explain, our small matter of gray
we'll never gain, within this plane

You're not yourself if you're not alone

when u were 14 havin all the fun there was
as if it was a dream that was never exposed
the original intent left without saying goodbye
and the mourning starts before it's caught
your conscience finally breaks out of it's shell of glass
it's evil plan- to not break out until it came to pass
so that you can be told a message not so talked about
but still if not-the most famous message of them all.
the note reads "your already dead inside"
and well with is as well without
u cry inside as the laugh roars out
so needy, so selfish ,and no one to talk to when your sad
especially with your acquaintances that are just as bad
this is the beginning, the kick-start of all your trauma
more perpetual than gravity weighing you down
to the abyss you go, crushed as a mount'
every drop of rain, everywhere at once
there is no doubt that your a dunce
and well with is as well without
you can try to get back up without the bends
but of course you end up wearing a thick lense
the cycle remains as existence runs dry
and there you are trying to just pry
at home is where one wants to go
but the trail back is found where the wind blows
no fun in anything no more
to think what was there when you were only a kid
the great time before your emotions hit
now remembered like it never was
the ******* of it all, the population that called
like better if you didn't know
but truth is, you reap what you sow

and as the eclipse meets the eye of a fish
so does the Holy Spirit stand in your midst
please go and find for yourself, that one day you may realize
how much more there is than what meets the eye
does the fish ignore what is outside of the water or does he respond
by any chance is there any astonishment in that consciousness of a fish
but before you think of it
decide for yourself whether you would gain from it or not
would that fish desire to know about it or even try to live for it
'*** little does that fish know
that eclipse is what controls the tides