So what is real? This day eats you
Licked by a flame too soon, in sleep
Boot up for steel, iron hand defeats you
Tried out, but wind-blown, in sleep
And is this not my own?
This indecision sparks a vision of depature from this stagnation
Watch it flow. We are not above this
Purely carnal, we don't think to think
And would you? For me, too?
This Penitentiary is bleeding
And would you?
Your actions will speak alone
Please