| My mind awakes it’s most emotive state
|
| In preparation of sound creation
|
| To escape the perpetuation of a cycle of self degradation
|
| Maybe if placed in the proper context
|
| These painful concepts could trigger the onset of a new mindset
|
| Designed to get the self to exercise some appreciation
|
| Different effects for different applications
|
| Turning frustration into motivation
|
| Isn’t an equation I studied at school
|
| In life I’ve struggled to acquire these tools
|
| But the desire to be a self sufficient supplier of ideas fueled by action
|
| Immortalized in a flash
|
| Then framed with the caption «he exudes satisfaction»
|
| Is what I’m chasing
|
| But out of arms reach it keeps escaping
|
| Need to step up my pacing
|
| No point in placing blame on any that exists outside my flesh frame
|
| From the Midwest it came on a Greyhound bound
|
| To make manifest these thoughts through sound
|
| Maneuvering around what seems like an overflowing sea of dreams
|
| Where many float face down
|
| So I’ve learned to embrace the up and down pace in a race where humans compete
|
| and consume or defeat their demons
|
| If they believe in the need to do so
|
| For some it’s crucial and I don’t refute those views
|
| Nor do I subscribe to a dogmatic tribe of sheep
|
| Grazing
|
| Soon to be a shaven
|
| Flock of sacrificial lamb chops
|
| 'Cause ultimately no one knows where the soul goes when we decompose
|
| So I suppose it’s essential to live life to it’s fullest potential regardless
|
| of environmental or circumstantial situations that seem substantial
|
| The fact worth facing is the space you’re placed in is never coincidental |