Frederick B. Ponder - .auto-pilot.✈️ lyrics
A line of giant foot steps ash the world beneath: A burningardor that has finally released. A lack of lost breaths lead to lonesome rituals; Simply awaiting others to view my physical, more as mystical. Pacing through days that once were and still seem to be, My imagination often sends me on a k**ing spree. Trigger pulled. Aimed at the world's vast negatives, For I am not too accustomed to living this life as a pessimist. Through my veins flows viciously a surge of electricity. Standing stunned, Shocked! ⚡️ I reach an unconscious state of felicity. Yet even here, this ink ✒️ is viewed as two-dimensional…until folded: Origamic transformations from ordinary person, to extraordinary poet. Lately I've allowed this life to be lived somewhat mechanical, So I'm fearing a nearing retaliation comparable to manical. Ripping tainted flesh from those a-round must seem a bit animal, But the carnal thoughts I wield are becoming less manageable. Still piercing the skin of these unfortunate beings, Until at last! I reach and reveal the center of their true meaning. Unbelievable beliefs in a**isting those who share this soil, Holding sessions of progression to avoid all a**ured turmoil. Have we any viable volunteers capable of this visioning ? To ignore this prophecy would feel far too imprisoning. Hands down, it is clear that I am one of none. Yet, we are all of equal divinity as His son. Living eternally within all of these dreamt places. It seems plausible, wishing to revel in my own personal creations: My mind, acting as a flagrant force of feng shui. Forever awaiting a distant finger to finally press play. I am eager to view a utopian film beneath my bolted eyelids. Only, all I can see is an abyss of sin reminding me to make my amends. Now it's back to turning tables and shifting useless angles. After tonight, all will recall the telling of my tall fable. Drifting towards a light upon the purest of angels. Allowing a life with no fear of 'fatal'. And although this world may present nothing new, My days grant me something to look forward to.