Transparent all in the breath of a breeze, it brings me, to my knees,
And I’m blown away. But you know, you know Ill always be
Collecting everything behind your lead as you face these misplaced
Conflicting confrontations. Dust off the books on your shelves
They make it hard to believe in what you can’t see, why can’t you see?
I wish I had your faith. Answers spill out of cracks in the walls
With every little inch overflowing, flowing gently towards me,
Misinterpreting what is in front of me.
The meaning is lost in the context, overflowing with fabrications.
This foreign surface has been stretching for miles and miles and miles,
Finding recluse in these foreign issues, my conquest for self identity.
