Beautiful people come from within Gold in the Rose's, filled to the brim Spirit is broken, far from a win Body is frozen, stuck in the wind So take in the moment, let it sink in Stories for generations of kin Nothing I write that isnt a sin But if it's alright, I guess I'll begin You can be the key, I can the lock You can be the sea, I can be the dock You can be the pea, I can be the pod Never let me leave, never let me stop I got what you need, I got what you want Tell me what you wanna be, show me what you really got Fallen apple of the tree, left in solitaire to rot But it leaves behind the seed, now its hidden in the rocks Shifting through time, watch it ascend, to the sky Bearing the fruits, left for the dead, now alive Looking behind, lookin ahead, all our lives Nothin to do, nothin to say, when you die Everyone says, that you should head for the light But what are the stars, if we aren't there for the night Society's dead, so I prepare for the fight I lie in my bed, another dream from divines