Jumbled bleached ties crumble peelings of dreams at the gate Forced out, I'm begging strangers to let me starve on the sound of my love The gulls fake their cries; false remissions from feeling decay Drawn out, we're betting d**h's speed won't carve its mark in the scope of silence It's not what we wanted but all that we needed to stall at the line pacing when spinning wolds collide because I'm blind from absolution (looked at life with eager eyes) i've fallen through the floor and see that the chase is enough cause as we step through those gates and run past the guards everything imaginable procreates at the sight of truth Why repose instead of trying? now I've let go The luminous cutter flies; transfixed on enervating the vitality of inertia I can count on its light for beating steadily It's not what we thought but its coming in even though we left the line pacing as spinning worlds align And when we step through the gates and run past the guards everything imaginable will unfold