(2013)
When water first flows, It may not find itself to be a riv… But as time passes, And water continues to flow, It will find its path,
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
Do you believe in god? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in tradition? Do you believe in superstition?
A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,
Pulled outward, While drawn inward, Held at the verge, Holding balance, Balance holding me,
||: Unattached, Each moment being connected, Burdened, Each moment being heartened, Concerned,
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
Embrace like the wind, Kiss like the rain, Touch like lightning, Thoughts like landslides, Words like fire,
Everything is serious, and everyth… Everything is darkness, and everyt…
We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,
The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,
Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,
When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…