Conforming to patterns
I cannot break free from these chains
No proofs in any books that proves the sins

Misleading choices slew
My will to explore the unknown

Sense of my fleeting pride
Dense in my filtered sight
Rinse off the grieving thoughts
Slide back into the void

Sense of my fleeting pride
Dense in my filtered sight
Rinse off the grieving thoughts
Slide back into the void

Forwarding to darkness, my way
Winds down (to) my decay, carries on
Limbs broken by the burden
Begins to give away

Surrendering to difference
The only escape that I could see
No relief in goods in our crowded souls

Disarm my awakening
Denounce my beckoning
Pragmatize….pragmatize
Neurotomize my head