Derailing losses ticking away A clock striking dead the hour of decay The blue of fixation lacking functionality A thought of response tracing rationality Rehashing convulsions I've met with betrayal The spirit misguided walls built so frail You transparent causes your rubber like skin Darkness in light seething within Ramblings in sequence Regretting to relate surreal in conception Indeed you built your truth over harsh deception Negating the stance you so firmly stood The reaction to loss is everything but good Your ramblings in sequence with tragedy inside The risk is far too great no one can decide Your perversion of thought has you looking beneath At the sore of a soul the trivial unleashed Your measure of life your dealing within Your distorted truth Who will give in The severed emotions with nerves of nothing Continually evolve to service something We all stand to watch the results of our quest To mismatch the positive for lies manifest Refusal of the know burning up the lives we fear Faces turn to stone quit before the goals we near Managing the fall of all the things we thought and knew Keeping to ourselves the presence of the few I will not back down in the face of your device You cannot see fact when it's you whom you despise Tossing out your will when your spine cannot reform A typical little thrill I will not be torn A parody on truth this game you've created It leaves only room for the one who's negated It seems to derive from a blind denial But certain facts remain it's you against survival Evasion of fact the final result The equation set forth your own little cult Judging the spirit in speculation Evidence discarded what a sensation
