I'm starting to believe
That most don't see beyond their rose
A disconnect
Self perpetuating
Any young is truth is that there is none
A frightening prospect
To the witch leader
Much later than I should
And yet I refuse to give up hope
That the foundation's good
And though my insanity is getting across
Tiny piece's of paper
They feel the room with mysterious bruises
I'm tired of apologizing and I'm not going too
For once in my head
It's all political
Completely social
We all raise our consciousness for this supports
And you lose yourself in the part's
Everyone praise to catch up
Proration is with us
Stagnations are death of a soul
Deception is skilled for
Master they appear as longest man