It's a fiction past down like vowels through our genes, descending as consonants of heredity
This is the evidence built on me piece by piece, the subject redeems an identity
How this public is wittnessing every piece, it's effigy judges - saves
Hung again untill we're set free
Let's celebrate a well known secret
Save their soul and regret it
My heart is set for the complex and something open, coursing
Can't cut or bend around there's something, and my heart races
When all my time is wasted, erased and bet on the same kind of coincidence we use as failure