Friday, February 12

Summoning the King

I smile
at incantations
inviting me to lie

we've been here for a while
we've seen the other side
but we speak
nothing of it
just try to fly
thoughts in your eyes
to help you see
what they've done to reality

nothing is what it should be
count the distance
you know the equation is all wrong
I broke myself of all the marionette dances
that most dance upon

what's worse you'll never know
thoughts you thought were dreams
places you'll never go
those of us you'll kill in your regime>
always pointing elsewhere

always reasoning out your need
the hate in your soul
in the reason I have yet to unleash me

sound of the fall
it's very similar
to the sound of awakening
Who knows the difference?