[verse 1: Seizefire]
Whatever pleases the buyer, is refeeding the fire
Of unquenchable thirst, but they mention me first
When they're explaining this burst of energy, direct from me
A recipe, mentioning pretenses to explain my own intense intentions
Of course its a best seller, sweller than the other tellers
To hell and back, can't riddle me back, get the fiddle in black, a little respect
When I decked the devil at his very own game, a little insane
A necessary aspect to release the former reject
From the intricate trap in which he had slept
Lettin him out, hearin him shout, mappin his route on this planet he'll mount
Becoming one of the few to stand in the blue, observing the zoo
Only seeing the true, better than you? perhaps, but if you think thats the point
Its apparent you can't grasp the sword I'm handing you, proceeding to brand my insigna on you
The mask he brews in this flask of moos, the past we use to decide
Whether we stay or whether we hide, whether we bray or whether we ride
The weather inside is storming up forming us into a ball of emotion
Warning us that if we fall it's proportionate to an early abortion
A contortion of lies, it's no wonder he hides himself
In this web of comfortable habits, but they fill the lab with docile rabbits
Slap the rebellion out of you, trap the brilliant hue
Man that you carry inside of your chest, relax I'll take care of the rest
Like i said, i dont think im the best, i'm just aware of that mess in your head
[Hook: Ellem]
I can feel the sand in the hourgla** slipping away
Weighing down my wings and choking what I wanted to say
Meeting your eyes brings back memories I cannot face
You are a reminder of every chance I didn't take
[Verse 2: Seizefire]
Plentiful fake opportunities remain as obstacles for unity with your inner self
Can't bring yourself to see that mutiny is the only way to set yourself free
Simply rebel against your past, forcibly repel until at last
The lifetime convict feels green gra** against his feet
Not the gra** from his pa** in the prison courtyard, to the beat
Of another's drum, sweet to feel the warmth of the freeing sun
Finally let yourself out to find, there were no guards, there were no binds
Simply the worries of a troubled mind, rippin the curtains to find the sight of hind
Inclined and primed to finally find some dining with the fine
Keep those thoughts in line
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Seizefire]
I simply fall. I simply crawl. I cannot walk. I cannot talk
I can only run, I can only yell, I see your gun, I see your hell
I see the pit in which you have fell, I hear the tolls from your final bell
And I hold on to your hand as we travel to a brand new land