Really all the death
in you and I
seems tragic
but I imagine
it’s just the opposite
for it’s so strange
to be anything
for it’s so strange
to be alive
and even more so
to love
and be loved.
I find immortality
is better suited
in the new birth.
It’s hard to see them
covered in death
dirt and decay
It’s takes a while
within those depths
to understand
how deep they go
humbly
revitalized and confronted
by the eternal truth
ways and means
a beauty all it’s own
and a pain just as well.
Everything is magic
or nothing is
Everything is magic
or nothing is.
The crowd cries out
Why must it be so
black and white
I despise that’s all they can say
I abhor the denials of
absolutes
I see them clearly
Patterns following me
the geometry to melt my brain
But I understand the masses
delusion masterpiece
struggling to survive
in a world that doesn’t comfort you enough
where do you get off thinking your owed that much
you’re here aren’t you, why isn’t that enough?
so you’re gripping onto concepts
grasping for straws
collecting all the parts of you
that has collapsed
became a game of pick of sticks.
Become fucking ridiculous
for the benefit of some ever evaporating horizon
the grand illusion
earrings are nothing but numbers
and all that revenue can shove it
Cause I’d rather be seen as a prophet
Roots once realized
need some tending
can’t ignore destiny
you’ll always stumble
blindly back so fatefully.
Call me deluded
cause
I like it better that way
yes, obviously
In my head
and somehow
my feet still warm
with the weight of the earth
and
my roots grow deeper.
in you and I
seems tragic
but I imagine
it’s just the opposite
for it’s so strange
to be anything
for it’s so strange
to be alive
and even more so
to love
and be loved.
I find immortality
is better suited
in the new birth.
It’s hard to see them
covered in death
dirt and decay
It’s takes a while
within those depths
to understand
how deep they go
humbly
revitalized and confronted
by the eternal truth
ways and means
a beauty all it’s own
and a pain just as well.
Everything is magic
or nothing is
Everything is magic
or nothing is.
The crowd cries out
Why must it be so
black and white
I despise that’s all they can say
I abhor the denials of
absolutes
I see them clearly
Patterns following me
the geometry to melt my brain
But I understand the masses
delusion masterpiece
struggling to survive
in a world that doesn’t comfort you enough
where do you get off thinking your owed that much
you’re here aren’t you, why isn’t that enough?
so you’re gripping onto concepts
grasping for straws
collecting all the parts of you
that has collapsed
became a game of pick of sticks.
Become fucking ridiculous
for the benefit of some ever evaporating horizon
the grand illusion
earrings are nothing but numbers
and all that revenue can shove it
Cause I’d rather be seen as a prophet
Roots once realized
need some tending
can’t ignore destiny
you’ll always stumble
blindly back so fatefully.
Call me deluded
cause
I like it better that way
yes, obviously
In my head
and somehow
my feet still warm
with the weight of the earth
and
my roots grow deeper.