Final Words

I've been trapped at the bottom I've been sinking in the deep My mind is fried like the patterns That ingrain themselves into me This curse I burden Feels like a brick to the brain I'm bleeding out at the warden Who tried to inflict the pain Whoever tries to knock Will suffer sepsis shock A tip of the clock Will get your saddles rocked Who tries to eat Will win at their defeat A couple to meet Under shadows in the street I've got my own life to live Inside dimensional id We cover all roads in blood A metaphysical hub I give you all that I know Bring your suffer back to low Relax the hands of our time Coalescing like divine This is our escape from rationality This is our awakening to reality We start drinking from the fountain As we caress the holy mountain Whoever tries to knock Will suffer sepsis shock A tip of the clock Will get your saddles rocked Who tries to eat Will win at their defeat A couple to meet Under shadows in the street