Appearances Are Decieving, Hopefully A Reason For This Sleeping
Im Bleeding My Being Into This Ink Cartridge, Nothing Is Seaping
Leaving Existence In Pieces On A Page, Blank...Thought's Unsowed
Merely Forsaken To Only Frustrate My Voice Partnering Morse Code
A World Of Dots And Dashes, Grasping At Decibels Like A Mute
Personal Experiences Abused And It Seems To Have Happened Twice In Muse
Im A Sight Untrue, Adolescent Figments Of Ignorance And Betrayal
Questing Tha Trail To Illumination, But End Off Facing Tha Brail
A Faceless Passenger Impaled To Tha Very Point Of Lances Of Agony
With My Army Of Apathy At Hand, Im Bland Charming Tha Blasphemy
Marking My Margin Of Accuracy, Ten Paces From Origin Stance Positions
Envision Tha Lapsed Decision Masked As Missing Inside Glass Divisions
Of Master Prism's Gripping Strands Of Light, Tha Shafts Are Bright
But Im Grafted As Tha Sole Clasping Affliction In Tha Stand Of Night
Expand In Strife My Life's Regular Routine, Rooting For Peril Death
Trapped Between Secular Shooting's, Im Next Choosing Formidable Steps
My Pitiful Breath Sweats Tha Next Riddle Credible For Mental Omega
Endevouring Venturing Internally To Murder Me, A Credential Saviour
In Not Hearing, Tha Inaudiable Spearing Evaders, Im No Longer Fearing
Tha Clearing Now Consolidated With Despondency Steering At My Bearing
Appearing To Be Wearing Lifelines Of Our Populous Around Its Clavicle
An Ignoble Force On Course With My Metropolis, Its Bound On World War
But My Brain Tends To Ignore, My Mind Frame Is Sustainable As One
My Conversational's Hung From Tha Lungs, Speechless, An Occupational Chump
Im Braced For Tha Jump, Chained To A Chunk Of Boulder, Blindfolded
I Sunk Evolution From Its Molding, My Cold Shoulder, Left Lines Bolting
I Bet My Focus Will Forsake My Optical Receptors And Attention Span
Ascension Scams Took Place Within My Own Race, Stealing Pension Plans
No Reverence, Hench She Ran, Left A Desolate Being Feeling Forlorn
In This Freezing Season Of Tha Scorn, Born Aiming To Breathe No More
I Cease To Walk Or Talk, On My Stagnant Course To Reach Tha Pinacle
Where My Speech Is Minimal Elevation's Grounded, Decreased Individual
Critically Cynical Being Awake Is My Miniscule Miracle, Make Belief
Finding A Sake To Cheat, Break Away And Leave From Grace To Face Defeat
Pace Tha Streets In Attempt To Achieve Regrets With No Motive Or Reason
My Process Of Grievance, Feeding My Needing For A Motion Of Freedom