[Verse 1]
Who's that shadowy figure that's on the horizon
The sun is blinding as it falls beyond the line where the man is residing
Day turns into night and water with rage of Poseidon
Stirs behind his back just like the blood that is raging inside him
Paints the canvas with the d**h and rebirth of an art
That hardly anyone around him even realizes is dying
Quiet as he walks across the plane and observes the turmoil
But unlike what's inside of his head, he's staying silent
Strategizing life as his eyes are watching the d**h
That is inflicted upon leaves when the season changes to Autumn
Factualizing theory the art of this never died
Just the face of it got contrived and the heart has remained forgotten
If there was selection, was chosen to bring it back to life
By dedicating his to ensuring it's resurrected
Stopping him is a myth, before the history's written
I'll put that up on the table so nobody has a question
[Verse 2]
I question everything they ever told me
And cherish anything that comes from nothing
Do as much as I can without the hands of other men
If they don't know your dreams than they can never tread upon them
This is less human
More being
Less human
More being