Blind Seer F1

[Verse]

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

Day-duh-lus’s maze got my brain in a haze.

Distortion of space; warping of reffer-ential state,

My brain expands at an exponential rate.

I catch my heart and this beat skip a blip.

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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,

Breadthlessly victim to a slowly tightening bind;

One might find,

Electrical spikes; resulting poetical plights interfere.

Consulting blind seer.

Keep clear as he draws near,

[Chorus]

Corroding gears,

the rusted cogs break free,

Escape the pull of gravity.

Foreboding fears...

Rely on the sensory,

A lucid grip on reality!

[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 we watch the grapevine grow!

[PSYCHE]

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 knee-jerk 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 the pull of gravity.

Foreboding fears...

Rely on the extrasensory,

A lucid grip on reality,

impending catastrophe

[Outro]