I don´t feel like a person unless I have woke up from a very real dream
Something with the scenes and a greater meaning in the imagery is peace
For me leaves me breathing and being in a state far from waking decease
Mind blind dead alive no heart inside to beat when I reach my feet rise
Spiritual release I plead and thirst for the serene supine
To be me without binds but no beast or a feat of greed
What I need is to succeed in the holds of defeat
The reap what you sow indifference in trying to believe
I´ve seen the ego-less me but it seems ego won´t let go of me
Control is like the boat trying to flow in a nights tsunami
You ride but you´ll die when you try to defy the flows drum beat
Of love within all the disgust thats washed up on ya deep
Like a mummy "UHHHHHHH" when we´re wanting debauchery
Walking in the cover with just ugly on the inside
With pride and money talking about the sundrys
While we hide what we´re becoming in tides of drudgery
I abide in nothing and something will try always
To find the mud under money and adjust the lust
Though my hunch is we´re stuck in our own fussing
Mud and money we judge these with connotative adultery
Stereotyping till our gripes are our stars and stripes
Strife with lies ary insights out of sight
Cause outside we fly to skys out of touch with I´s/eyes

Iunno, just some stuff I wrote... Hrmmms... peace