When I see them
Contemplate if I should
Should I just reach out and tell you?
Here I am
Sitting at home
With the things that I own
Watching time fall through the drawn blinds
They show truth's end
From leavened clouds and
Suns that rise on our d**h beds
Oh lost my mind
Oh lost it
Damp eyes feel them
Moving bout my kitchen
Plating our meals for the last dine
I'll be caught wings across
Contemplate if I should
Should I just step out and fall through
Arms out lifted
Drawn shades glisten
Please reach out I have fallen through
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
Power of a view
We are gifted
We can lift ourselves
From the depths of a misfit
Reason caught it's game
With a mouth of sheer wisdom
Thought is greater than what is thought of
To follow is a raped decision
Power of your view
You are gifted
You have lifted me
From the depths of a misfit
Disdain met it's game
Speak the truth and I'll listen
We are greater than what is above
What we see
Is our crossed ambition