Fumbling through each item
It is obvious to see the extent which the spark appears
Dust particle each from a source on the surface of a matter we cannot see
Yet in space and time we associate the moons non-existance to the existance of the satellites that surround us
An arms reach i as far as I will go
As anyone will go
Will the glass between let us see that far
With a smile we hit heaven's clouds
Continuing in the never ending spell of disapproval
Take a trip down the hole to the pit
Not where the Sun rises nor where darkness stays
It is where the locker to the fondest wishes of the creature we dare see holding onto the drenched
The wicked and wounded curled and exorcised
Arms round the knees hair drooping over
Black is the colour yet vibrant still
Somara became so jealous she tore away
The glass still in between
Still sits and changes the view
The black becomes light and the white becomes dark
We go one way
The rest will follow
The exception stands and fights
The revolver goes one way
The way we run
The cut and clean bold and omnipresent
Forever shield us from our own demise
Yet we forget that we hold ourselves in insanity
The norm shall begin and end
The sane will run and stand
But the ones controlling are the ones we stand by and listen to
Controvertial and hypocritical as it seems
It isn't at all in the slightest
The glass still stands still
If nature felt natures call
We must be mutants...
