Now I swear I can't remember

But in the past year some where

There was an incident and it went unreported

And as the pages were written,

The meanings hidden and

From the beginning now

Will we see the truth distort?

Will it be a false report?

How many of us would be a lying spirit

Taking your time it's an art form

Playing the part, you do it so well

With a grin, but you turn your back and we see that your hollow

And it makes no difference if you have others that beg and borrow

I take my time to uncover the future of those silent sounds

I threw away my clocks, and sat quietly alone in the dark

They would say they tried making sense of it

But that's not what they did with it

And there's only so much that you can handle from it

You'd rather pull the plug ending it

Then trying to mend it

Here's where your falling just short of the mark





Building an arsenal by any means possible

They said it's impossible

They couldn't fuel the fire faster

They couldn't fool a fool and that's any easy task to do

Distract and debate outside the lines of their calm state

Fabrications

False Autonomy

A will that conspires to uproot

A sense of goodness, the chains that shackle guilt

They want the keys to unleash it, but their asleep at the wheel

Passive aggression now it's bubbling right out of the cauldron

In this post modern spell of pride first, doubt, and speculation

Liars stay loyal while their reaping the benefits

As they're cornered by verbal threats and it's adding to existing debts

I turn away and I occupy a new position