Tough with the timing, barely fucked with the rhyming,
Silence is golden, so I turn to nothing for diamonds,
I'm stuck in alignment, Got that original essence,
can't sound real, i'm in this physical presence,
Pivotal lessons, the coldest to scorch,
mainstream is dim, so i'm just holding this torch,
Choking on course, my minds hopeless lost,
To cracked mirrors, just reflecting broken thoughts,
Like growth to plots, but I stumble on thesis,
Turn over a new leaf, and find it crumble to peices,
Mumble releases, the hollowest schemes,
I sleep to hope, and just start following dreams,
from wallowing themes, and hopeless stance,
With perfect thoughts, for the broken man,
you Cope with plans, flawed to this living,
Like food for thought, to the poverty stricken,
your lost when you listen, to image and game,
Mainstream was bright, marketing diminished the flames...

Dark corners open, When lights diminished,
Clear skys broken, When lightning hits it,
this creature stitched it, honing his art,
Alone from the start,Felt controlled, A drone without smarts,
Has a pale expression, from failed impressions,
Stale and stressing over his failed direction
reflection of self was his perception of wealth,
Wrecked it through health, with injections and belts,
Swaying his match while he's laying in trash,
Facing the fact that he's degraded and CRACKED,
Harms in distance, Cold and abused,
Arms for swiftness when he's scolding for food,
He speaks quickly, when finding agression,
A three-sixty in his blinded-directions,
Confined to his presence, Depression it boasts,
Blind from the heavens, Regret as a ghost,
Decides a fast plan, Gos to the trash can,
in his grasped hand, pictures of a past man,
His last stance, Finally wake up,
Face depression, And finally break up,
Finally faced luck, Interviews no oppostion,
forgot depiction, hill were his propositined.
Gloomy skys and the sun met,
Ruined it's trys, So he could see the sun set...

Crazy at first, it gets hazy and worse,
In this maze, lost to how crazyness works,
So they're Embracing these words to record and keep,
stunned! without the vocal chords to speak,
they're stored in keep, right inside their mind broken,
fed so much imagery it left the blind choking,
Design's coping, when this insanity enters,
hallucination, their stranded through ventures,
Planting these efforts, as thoughts to waste,
but the thoughts they make just a flawless trait,
they stop to break, so they just depict the worst,
inflicted curse that starts to grips their words,
quick to lurk, it's tough on the line,
when sickness has strucken the mind...

It's like, I'm deadly to closeness,
Watching beauty split, like pedals from roses...
but that colors the image, for what hovers in distance,
red faces appear, when covered from visions,
A grey room, masks their pale expressions,
Three in total, circle their trails of guessing,
Follow each other, when they linger and mourn,
give helping hands, with fingers of thorns...

It's like, I'm ready to close this,
Watching beauty split, like pedals from roses...
Green smothers the grey surrounding,
stuck from moving, they stay grounding,
Head's shaking, they turn and see,
that one of them has turned to seeds,
the thorns fall off, but there visions are blurred,
because there existence, diminished to words...