Plastique

Tapping into subconcious fields
Tumble down
Peel away
The rebirth of an insight long lost
Inhale the breath of my ancestral name
Exhale the breath of my unborn child
Navigate through lucid weaveworlds of thought
I'm not standing idle anymore

What goes in stays in
That's what they said to me
My wings are no longer tainted
I am here to be
I will be me

Revelant to what's possible
Guiding through
Pushing through
Emerging from beneath the surface
This march that echos with resounding steps
I'll take the other way
I'll glide the other way
I'll be that other way

Hands on his shoulders
He was gone before it started
He lost his hindsight for good
He is there to be
He will be what he will be

If you find a solitary moment
To hold on to
You're better then he'll ever be
Your sanity
Your pulsating brevity
Inside you
It makes tomorrow
Easier to embrace