Yeah
Property of subject
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Candlelight and. candlelight and silhouettes
Yeah, property of subject
Check the route
Sew the pattern in my map, my poems dot to dot
Connect through indentations in my stanzas
Overwhelming trepidation? That's standard
Desperation kicked in then took off and never landed
I decide what happens next, so turn the page, we're changing chapters
Improvising in this reconstruction, playing out a reenactment
Overstimulated, overworked and craving worth, we need to clean the canvas
Wipe the slate
I'll take the ounce, you man divide the eighth
The precedent is getting set again with higher stakes
A wire gate separates the sheep from the shepherds
The water deepens, shallow features in this deepness, obsessive
Sinking ink beneath, the needle injecting
Cursed seeking a blessing
Razor stricken edges breaching the netting
All roads leading to anomie, this one way street got froze
Slip into polls, when you're gone they speak
My scripture limitless, you man are only one page deep
I broke the lock, your combination couldn't contain me
Life a motion picture, pen to paper, needle into fabric
Clutching onto straws and watching chances getting handed
I been there, I been past it, and I lasted
Band for band, the pressure got us snapping like elastic
Candlelight and silhouettes
Ignorance and intellect
Planted seeds and watched them falling victim to the disconnect
Born into this generation, children of the internet
The middle ground is dead and buried, now's the time to interject
Out of luck and out of love, I'd given everything to this passion
The metal bound to rust if you're just gonna talk instead of make it happen
We brave the madness on a daily basis, taking chances
Aiming at this system, ever-failing, set on facing backwards
Where's the value when the talks this cheap?
Everybody's on their course and still the walks this steep
To the peak, I need a cause this deep to keep the fire burning brighter
Grab the lighter, watch me torch this beat
Watch the flowers growing free through the cracks in the concrete
Moving individually, but the fact is we're one team
Back out at the last second, the second the song's seen
It is what it is now, but it's not what it once seemed
I kept my family close
As close as I could
Some not as close as I should
But it's a two way street
If I could've told him I would
You could've broken the chain, but chose to stick to the pattern
Instead of making change
Erase it like it didn't happen
The present lacking what the past has