I transcend time with my words,
I'll build a house for you and I,
We will live there together, alone and sur-realise,
Do we just exist, and does love persist?
The questions of purpose and loving of destiny,
Our conquest for bliss is as much hit or miss as it is skimming the fat off our beliefs.
I walk around blindfolded,
Talk, I'm not listening,
I read through a thousand books, but forgot everything.
If grace knows my name, then I am to blame for constantly spreading my fear and my shame,
The story exists,
It's an option that ticks, but still my tongue cannot be trusted,
It's so poetic, like a black widow's kiss,
Trembling as my muscles give.
I walk around blindfolded,
Talk, I'm not listening,
I read through a thousand books, but forgot everything,
I found out that proof itself was not foolproof,
And I leave my mind daily, but you'd never see me move,
Never see me move,
Never see me move,
Never see me move,
Never see me move.
