Sinking in a cold place
The carvings of mankind are useless to one's ways
Disregarded as a dog to inhuman power plays
Stagnant, they choke our very pores, for those are scraped
They might as well just tag us dead
Forcely narrow they grow
Without openness or integrity to show
Mocking different stages of themselves dubbed a little low
Atrophy dilates all the veins up until they blow
You might as well just leave it
Free your mind
Dabble in the magic of your sound
Feed your kind
Break the links to overrated pounds
Free your mind
Whizz by all materialistic vibes
Feed your kind
Seize the day, it's your sole gift in life
