From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop)
At the core of the rotten (Stop and just what I thought)
The sun has escaped us (So I've frightened the sky)
And I'm far from a rapist (Thinking why I did try)
From the thread to the needle; middle to end
Where skies cock back and shock that which couldn't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully; the power of suggestion
Then, with the eyes tightly shut looking through the rust
And rotten dust, a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark again
In a minute you'll find me
Eyes burn me up...
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up
Moving all around, swinging of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
And as the wheels go around, the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, cars, chainlinks, and concrete
A window then grows, and captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes it by
A young black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with a needle on top
Nothing stops in this land of the chains
When brains lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the insides grow, the box stays the same in shame
Shovel up the pieces to the pain
You can try to hide yourself in this world of pretend
But when the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
Yeah I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling you that I'm seeing right through you
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