Tekst
Dangerous, the laden movement of the dark
A fading twilight on the confident hoax
Controlled
If this is called heaven, a home, a reprieve
Respectfully leave me with my own make believe
Staking a claim with a sleeve for the season
Vernacular of lies to reinforce reason
Perhaps this is
The answer to
Your self-indulgent matter
The game of snakes and ladder
Perhaps this is
The answer to (echoes of shade)
Your self-indulgent matter (echoes of shade)
Calling you (echoes of shadow)
To walk away (echoes of breaking)
Game of ladder and snake
Controller, controlled
Does the choice even matter?
To you
Who are we to draw the line?
Confined to a margin
Who are we to control life?
With mere thoughts of option
Who are we to know who we are?
To be ready or ready or not?
To seethe and sow with ebb and flow
Disaffected and vulnerable
(Echoes of shade)
Perhaps this is (echoes of shade)
The answer to (echoes of shadow)
Your self-indulgent matter (echoes that fade)
Calling you (echoes of matter)
To walk away (echoes of the game)
Game of ladder and snake
Controller, controlled
Whose fate is to flatter
You've got my interrogation circled in red
On your memory sheet
Remind yourself who's in control
And leave it blank for another day
When the waves come for your perfect way
Who are we to desecrate?
To change the tides of time
Who are we to defy fate?
To thread the needle's eye
Who are we but hands of gods
With the free will of a weekly wage
To breathe and grow, outside the know
Dialectically realigned
