I pace with
A sense
Of misdirection
I pulled the pin
Desolate. Wonder how you been?
I shock the bliss
Follow me under, got a chip on my
Shoulder
Not a turn. Not a flinch. Litte axe to
Grind
Killing dreams, little fiends, gutter
Glorified
Disruption can’t be stopped
Days on end... The damage is done
I shut my fist. Ambivalence
With the force of life creating a
Mountain
Dry my eyes. Don’t ask why
Let the floor sink in. Bury me under
Shock the bliss
All I see is the fault line
All I see is a bridge
All I see, in between
Not a turn. Not a flinch. Litte axe to
Grind
Killing dreams, little fiends, gutter
Glorified