Title: Reviving
By: Jake Richards (me)
Instrumental by: Jake Richards (me)
Link to Instrumental :
here
DEATH
to the Way I feel
(It is an illusion of a truth we accept)
I choose to tear it away
With no intention to stay
Halls Echo louder with the Cries of broken programs
Witness the cloud. The ashes that fall.
The closer we come. The bigger the Wall.
Fade to the back. The weak and the lame.
There's no room in here. For weakness or gain.
For All to Say
Their Wisdom gives me my place.
(I am a beacon of their ways)
Free Give and Take
BackSided Smiles of Graves
(Fashioned clean collars that they make)
Fitted for ME!
Stuck in the Crosshairs
Of hypocrisy
A mortar that holds
Failed mixes of logic and heresies
In a world where subject fills
In the ground where it hides its kills
A number that exists. The garden that feeds our limbs.
Fade to the back. The weak and the lame.
There's no room in here. For weakness or gain.
For All to Say
Their Wisdom gives me my place.
(I am a beacon of their ways)
Free Give and Take
BackSided Smiles of Graves
(Fashioned clean collars that they make)
Fitted for ME!
Hidden away
Closets filled with bones
Deposited by our roots
The sewing of serpents
We see their footsteps
This image of me
Is nothing I see
Reforming repeating
While our kingdoms bleeding
Take off the masks that covers your eyes
Wax Closets that melts to form our disguise
For All to Say x2
For All to Say
The Wisdom gives me my place.
(I am a beacon of their ways)
Free Give and Take
BackSided Smiles of Graves
(Fashioned clean collars that they make)
Fitted for ME!