On the road stoned, I walk along the path
as madness creeps in, it begins to take its grasp,
splitting up my better half,
dead or alive?... so you do the math
equating to the balance that's now getting slashed
renew my cells, I can finally shed my skin at last
the world slitters away, now... I'm stashed,
it's leaving me left to brush the dust of the day, sweep the trash
hourglass shattered the clash, cheers through distorted glass, all I'm left with is questions to ask, myself, What's exactly here?
I stomped through hearing my footsteps echo these cobblestones stained with the poured libations of spilled beer,
dead silence, I drown my sorrows for the casualty of another's fallen peer
brotherly extinct that thinly veers through the veil of timeless years
waving goodbye, my head down, however, I never purchased these tears
run away...
Have lost my mind despite these fears?
the spectrum of validity seems to be no longer defined
So just tell me why... I'm seeing these things,
the black crows, dark skies, and dead rose?
all grave images? yea... I suppose...
my mind... be distorted at times,
endlessly ticking deeper, I'm bending the hands that produce these wavy staticky lines
pasting me by, in a flashback... that was never mine
it's like I'm seeing some sort of loop of a rewind
Interscoping through these imprinted lines
to a place where my own reality is, but somehow I'll never find
so back and forth, I pace,
on the paved road, where ghostly images have taken their hast
and vanished without a trace, I'm puzzled by missing pieces, a faded jigsaw face, piece together every day's a struggle to determine where's my place
the pieces have gone and fallen misplaced while shadows move, and I run to chase, gone, now I question my own space, the ruins crumbled as the dimensional shifts into this story,
the ghost is the mist of the recording, frequencies paint the downfall of this quarry, blood sweat, and tears parts the allegory
Dantes peak while lost souls are stuck in this looping purgatory