A rush of stress signaled from my lips
Calls out the last the beat of my heart before the onslaught fail
As I recall I realized nothing has changed to save my days
It is the folding picture held on sparrows nesting
I cannot grasp a slight excitement
I'm sitting here starring as my dark ages unveil
The margin of a maddened sad boy and all his failures
In the middle of the tipsy world that ran out of truth
I cannot seem to grasp a slight enlightenment
I'm driven shocked by the rough ravine beaten of my brain
You see I hide because I won't be spared
Collectively we try to redirect the fear
And so from now on I will leave you here
