I've got something to hide. Thinking back it sends chills up my spine. I must break away though I'm tied to this fucking bed of nails I call my mind.
I've watched the world collapse within itself, and expand over again.
We are a product of a god who's singing evolution. The pages turn, the lines blur. We're loosing resolution.
We turn our backs selfishly never seek solution. I am the predecessor bringing forth mass execution.
At the end of the day its safe to say, we lost reality.
Until we've risen to an exponential consciousness.
Disregard physical life cause you are christ.
We've fallen down the levels and now we disappear.
We must transcend.