Breathe Video (MV)

Did you capture it all
The rapture, the fall
The passion involved
The mad dash haphazardly scrawled
The faction of the factored applause
The smacking of jaws
The laughter in the back of the thrall
The passing of awe
The smashing of the backs on the walls
The last tack on the map of the
Redaction of a spectacular thought
The pockets of flaws
The proctoring of paltry prognostics
The mock of the fall
The flock of operational gawk
The paradox walks
Stumbling off something unlawful
Talking a lot, inaudible monologue dictation
Stalking a plot
But harboring long thoughts and impatience
Caught in a stall and crawling
Upon the offal of his failures
No regrets he said he says again and again
But really within
His image is pinned with sinner's remorse
A filament thin is spinning a corpse in place
A conscience resting safe and sound
A boundless amount of doubt
Will now impound you
Floundering with arousal and powerless little pouts
You sour yourself for lousy corralling of dour dimness
About minute of indecision you could live without
Your memory is your enemy infinitely aghast
You develop dependency you be living the past
Shooter finger is itchy to give a future the blast
Who would think a contingency could exhibit a mass
You can fetter with filigree like existence is cash
Recognizable diligence don't exhibit your task
You reckon it's all an integer brimming to be last
Figure that breaks the decimal point and shatters the glass
Ceiling
Blown off
Like my duties like my schooling I be
Blown off
Say no to the dome get it
Blown off
Like the chrome, lock and load get it
Blown off
I'm gone

Two days behind
I'm too blazed to find
A suitcase of mine and just
Leave you behind
And see through the grind
And stay true to rhyming but
Due payments find me
Too lazy dining
Too finely for my stubs
F*ck
I'm too tiny for the huge lion
Climbing up deep within my gut

It's not the place to be, not safe hear you see
Like surgery, no certainty, currently? Well certainly
I'm still figuring out if I failed or just didn't succeed
Put the text on screen Seuss, take the lead!
Like hurt serpents fleeing I would serpentine
But more mean like sorcery, bitch of course it's me
Here jingling like a pair of Porsche's keys
The constant cling, sounds ring, it's torturing
The thoughts start forcing things
The heart is near it starts to steer the course you see
The mind is clear it marks the fears distortion-ed beats
And will start to purposely mis-portion drinks
Blink all you want , wake you will not
Tormented thoughts ringing non stop from linked rings
They'll slink your kink synced think rink on paper ink
When you go and you make friends with the brink
Only then will you learn to cease
The cling you have on these little trinket things
From the deceased, well these mean nothing
What really matters are the memories
But memories can also be bad things
So shrink the shrink that claim these dreams
Look back on it with a tip of your hat
And with an eye your wink, then blink
For these are the truths that you really seek
It's like having nightmares while your wide awake
Its a nocturnal kinda pain, and to this very day
Its something I cannot explain, and in that way it shall remain

Two days behind I'm too blazed to find a suitcase of mine and just
Leave you behind and see through the grind and stay true to rhyming but
Due payments find me too lazy dining too finely for my stubs
F*ck
I'm too tiny for the huge lion climbing up deep within my gut
F*ck
These memories
I wish I couldn't keep
All of the knowledge I collect is my own slavery