I grabbed the hull by it's tassels. It had the light of heaven and the fire of hell to it's name.
Literally, it was of two worlds
And these stars? So fucking random So far So so so far.
In this universe, of meaning, when do we find the time for understanding,
Hit and run T.V like an accident, people left broken, their words never spoken.
There is no uniform citizen, we're all unique, but we must chase our peak,
That is our rasion dextra, our ultra, our mantra, our methodology,
That which without there can be no man, just rollin hill without plan,
And so the gods chase eden, like it is more than a holy garden,
of all apocalypse there can be only victim, no survivors, only rottin souls,
As we lay down and surrender, no month is different, from december to november,
Our life is mapped out like a blue print, if you could god's eyes, you'd see the glint,
And we chase vaccumes and endless afternoons, under a pale moon, a violently bright sun,
There is no cooling down peroid, just a violent existence all told in hate and apathy,
The fabric of man lay unwoven before him, and he smiles that stupid ignorant smile,
FUCK HIM!!! FUCK THEIR KIND!!! of all their sins and all their wickedness,
Their simplicity is their prision, they torture their own souls, like empty gapping holes,
We are facing the future uncertain, just wondering if utopia is ever gonna happen,
And make us all aware that god just might care, if we stop, look up and pray,
And wish for a society without dischord, where all things are aids to the termainlly bored,
As we buy cars, put money into glass jars, new curtains for every room, shower all afternoon,
Where's the sonic boom? Where's the creation to your existence? are you mere compliance?
There's no application for life, you just gotta get going, gotta start dreamin'
As the nights turn into the days, and the summers turn into winters,
Life may just pass us by, without us ever blinking an eye,
As we get on the train, heading nowhere, the rooms are prsitine, like the chambers of your heart,
until they're not, and like a clot your mind fills up, and before you know, you're just another shadow
Another shadow on the landscape, from which there is no perfect escape,
Death for eternity, insanity for absurdity, happiness? Tis a dream only dreamt.
Another shadow on the horizon, As the rains turn to crimson,
