Faith,
gone in one soul...
Root yourself
just like a tree...
I find myself
in between...
I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...
Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...
Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...
yeah i am diffrent but am not a hypocrite
yeah i am cruel but am not evil...
As long as we eat from this turbulent Earth
this will thrive as a swarm of blazing bees...
Instead of crying upon my fate
I like to choose the way straight...
Freedom is a crushed cerebral cortex,
the silencing of human nature...
Can see the light
Shines on me so bright...
I whisk away the dreams of days
gone far beyond my grasp...