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