The pessimist cage is conspiracy
You'll never galvanize grace
So speech shall be enslaved
When deathly words are spoke at grave
Voice loud above the velvet hills
Mountains are confident whispers their kill
But the shadow that’s cast is still

Greed aglow with a false nature
Ebb and flow like a virgin suicide
In a puffy cloud like dress
Up is the bridge and the blue outside
Red lingers around street signs
Cold and pink, while wind seeps into your bones
Through every crack and dry tingle

Shiver with a white knuckle grip
Powder loafs around and face starts to slip
Geometry twinkles and vessel is shrinking
So you need the rapture of screaming
To wash over you while blinking
In that instant a sorcery of meaning
But when has it ever been that easy