...The actions that I made took the final flight
I gripped my hand but I always used to gripe
Freely within myself it started to escape, my soul
Until some actions that I just couldn’t barely control...
The sequences of my life went by so fast and turned into pieces
My sins and deeds were made into one form through the thesis
All that it could find was locked in a cage philosophical rage
That I express my emotions on this... fucking old page
My life actions, too deep to swallow fully, I’m depressed
Never will tell if it’s a fake or the truth but I still confessed
That these actions I receive are about to withhold my stress
That I feel boredom in my mind when my heart feels interest
All u can see is lies, now that u know the truth in the eyes
Of the beholder I think in my mind that this story is to be wise
I give out actions to follow but for some reason I wont obey
So finally I find the final way, and start to say what I have to say
“ The consequences I took were looking and started the escaping
The hole in the mind was enough to escape it was a humungous gaping
Followed the sins and deeds to my heart inside the esophagus plagued
There laid the tombstone of the things I said in my head where I played
But why was this happening to me as I saw the reason, it was on purpose
I went up to reach my nostrils and sneezed as I came out onto the surface
Wet around me, as in a different plateau just so deep in a different level
So much steel I felt the metal, that’s the way I started to see who was the rebel”
...After all these phrases, im on a summit
Can see all the faces, and land on my stomach
The the eye that focused light, I could see the lenses
The sequences were lies as I just told u my con~sequences...
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EXPLANATIONS-
i used consequences in a different way con~sequences that means con=lies sequences=actions.....its jus in a different way.......