Blind Seer [M2] - V2 To End

And our gazes are caught in the crystal ball

a long look, enthralled, we finally see

and fail to catch ourselves fall

a plot undermined, last notch, the last plateau

I know the future will align as I watch the grapevine grow

We are overexposed to shows and underexposed to prose

Perceive a thought through in silence, who knows

Just keep your noncompliance undisclosed from the masses

Sit back - keep track, on ideas they extract from history classes

With no kneejerk reactions

We are all equally a victim to an ocular affliction

Predictions are useful as unconstrained gas rarefaction

Neglect friction, a blatant contradiction

But never was a crime to encroach and climb the high vine

and broach through those unknowingly entwined

But the clock ticks rhythmically

As we anciently age, waiting patiently for the savior of mankind

But he remains in vagrancy

Leaving no chance to rewind the measures of time

[Chorus]

Corroding gears, the rusted cogs break free

Escape at the point of apogee

Growing fear, absorb senseless memory

As the blind seer relies on the extrasensory

A lucid grip on reality

Eroding tears, the rain washes way impending catastrophe

As I struggle to refrain

From inventing my own inadequacies