Eyes Vol. 5
A holy incrimination
Spliced Immaturity Motion is sedated To watch the grass grow I'm a freak Loosing transmission Deprivation Spreading the wound To see whats inside Hold me Spiraling fast Goodnight I've kept The worst of me I know what its like To be isolated What foods not to eat What booze to drink If any of this Is making you think Take a sip Create a new reality
I'm Stillborn
Errected by an unidentifiable
Determination
Confusion often overcomes me
Why everyone seems to make
These Predictions
Offbeat and presumptuous
I gravitate away
From everyone thats afraid
Of their mask
Another hint towards perception
Fortune is a trick of perception
How many signs
Come from thoughts
Of this abused mind
Its a strange life
That repeats itself
Patterns
Shattered
Shamelessly
Scattered
Avenged
By thoughts
Of forever
Danger
Mistreating me
Cunningly
Assaulting me
Separating
A single line
Dragging the hand
Of the cock
Backwards
In effort
To revive
Time
Whispering
Answers
Back to your past
Do you hate
That you're always
Looking in the mirror?
Glancing forward
Seeing your reflection
In the FUTURE
