I'm not the print on the cinch
In sections I fist
Too much traction on the set of reality
I feel today knows no pain
I've tested this formation 1000 times
And we all struggle to feed the machine 1000 times
Many more will exceed the limits of this false healing
It swells over
Step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that it's over for me
Shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all
1000 times tested, and still many more will exceed these limits
1000 times
Their visions for the ma**es fall short of complete
We have yet to find a reason it all comes back to you
We are the countless brooms cleaning up after these head-strong mules
We breath the freon that allows this elation
It's revealing in the light