Greetings y’all, all gall, pure advent garde
Advantages are…you know what the damages are
Immediate, see we get, signals from the start
The brain or the heart, or some other mysterious part
Discipline’s hard, most will never take that charge
Make it that far, life just gets more bizarre
I map the stars, find what attracts the gods
Hack the source, hope they do not stack the odds
Facts with flaws, yeah, like when the casket calls
Or casting calls to play the part of plaster walls
Mastered laws of subtlety, the hidden clause
I sit in awe thinking of forbidden acts
I didn’t ask, the ghosts of my distant past
This is mad…ness, and I’m just as glad
To have had some time to define my path
Might I add my wrath is a silent song
My pride is strong, I belong, like the night is long
But sun rise is too quick, whose side it’s on?
Right or wrong, that’s how the lines are drawn
Etched in STONE, carved by a blade of bone
I crave to roam, at least until I’ve made a home
Standard issue, that could never be my fate
I try, but wait, I still like a fly-by great
Oh my I’m late, let me try to make my gate
Carry on, then I’m gone, to my final state