I let the truth speak solemnly from loose leaf prophesies,
so don't confuse grief when you know who leaves, honestly.
I knew these would posthumously lead followers to believe
that the drama between the new age and non modern is not needed.
Who's sayin that God wants us to stop thinkin is stupid,
it's just a ruse makin it's rounds constantly, somehow I grew out of it.
It's like, I've found the fountain of youth, or I could move mountains,
but I don't wanna alter the view just to disprove doubters.
I'm deep, down in the groove with a smooth conscience.
Consciously aware that where I'm goin there's no use for logic.
No one will choose to solve problems if the solution will bruise
the soft spot on their ego. This populace people call
the human race needs to fall, we're a monument to evil.
Let all of our monoliths with steeples teeter and topple over,
realize your tithings pay Paul and Peter, not Jehovah.
Do you even want some closure? What about a little bit
of lost composure, right at the moment
you thought that this all would go where you wanted it.
It's no fair to hominids, I don't care for ominous
threats, even more so than cold stares from the opposite
sex. This is how it connects so seamlessly.
From one line to the next flow easily.
Let's go, piece by piece through
the deepest regions of my innermost demons and beliefs.
Hell froze over some time between me bein a peaceful fetus
and what leads to these thoughts comin from the mind of an evil genius.
Intertwined in so tight of a weave, no light
can be seen through even the widest of cracks as it glows brightest.
Burning me alive inside as I wish to turn the tides of change,
but every time's the same, hurt despite the pain.
I've learned the right of way, and the right way to learn.
Yearned to fight the day, but each night takes its turn.
So whether for the worst or not, I've searched the plot I've led til now.
Perched upon alleged grounds unheard of, it's settled down,
but the blood shed from my soul bled into this persona and won't let it out.
So there's no more me left, just a whole lot I've been in doubt of.
I went around the valley where the shadows go to die,
thought I was dead, but sadly, I managed to survive.
It didn't turn out as badly as I imagined it, but why?
Could the road I've been happily travelin down lead to the passage of time?
Once the planets align in nine shining examples
the advantage is mine, but I'm find the candle's light not half as bright
as shadows that blind with the hind sight of past truth.
I've had to fight passed the brambles and briar bushes,
always tryin to keep it factual just like any good liar would've.
The fires I've put out are all deep down inside of me.
Undeniably, it's a cheap kind of route to lead. How can these,
moments of solace so slowly slip by
while I don't even know where I'm goin,
but I know when I go there that I'm goin to die.
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