My absolutions unsettled like the gust of a maelstrom Against the sandstone. But, Where do we go?
If not closed casket, I’ll barricade the past Like a capstone. That headstone simply reminds Me of what your life holds Nothing; It's null and void just like those goals You fold under.
Saturate the walls As if paints thrown, With that nail gun you paid for Simply put; Fuck what you stand for.
I’ve learned the best kept secret is self preservation; And here I’m marking all the angles.
Isosceles beyond geometry, Because When two sides of equal length link; There’s a line you might find We will cling to; If one needs to.
It’s like that common ground That holds us down When ends don’t meet. But we’re out of sync; You’re out of touch And I give no fuck. For what!?!
Time after time I've tried. Kindness is the crime that I pay for Like free labor. Emotions pattern behaviors. Anger waivers drastically. I tend to act irrationally Not you but I dive As if hands tied. That head on collision In hindsight I caused it I get it.
But then it Hits me boom. Subscriptions of premonitions Uplift me. Their gifted on delivery Like a prime day deal.
Then the real lies phase commences. You know I realize that real lies Are painted and printed Handed to visitors Those flyers at a bible convention. It's off putting.
If I treat this like a business interest I’ve invested in it. And you've captured my attention So I'll give it. Not your typical collection of pretty pictures. You know the bitchs get it Cause like a dog in heat She's gonna cause a scene.
Well here's your actions And I could easily blast Uncased in 4k what's done in the dark May just be revealed.
Then again I won't adhere to such tactics. That's a waste of my happiness. Traces of battery acid, outline the Fabrics, The counters And hand baskets. So when you touch your face That look will change It exposes the ugly things You long to bring.
Such a shame But it is what it is. Dasvidaniya. Your reign ends here