Blind Seer [M2]

[Verse]

You see, I’m lost in my dark twisted way,

Daedulus’s maze got my brain in a haze.

Distortion of space; warping of referential state,

My brain expands at an exponential rate.

I catch my heart and this beat skip a blip,

No quick fix for universal conflicts.

Yet im on it;

Summoning true passion, it comes from inside,

While troubling new fashion rides with the tide,

Endlessly trying to find the time to rewind,

Breathlessly victim to a slowly tightening bind;

One might find,

Electrical spikes resulting poetical plights interfere.

Now consulting blind seer.

Keep clear as he draws near,

Predicting a future filled with fear

[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

[Bridge]

[Verse]

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

[Outro]