The Full Form

I was 22 just to the day When the chirping birds of verse first heard me play But an image wrapped around music that is fire bound Falls down, broken, on the best day But how can you lose patience with sober dreams, When stripped of faith all that's left is a dull machine? If god is not in play, who's the hell to blame When my only darling runs away? There could be nothing else to do besides Put a mark on what's wasted And put it down to do or die But whispers never fly when you're chained to the gravel the Lady aims to gratify She is only burdened by The universal eye You've been chained to denouement since a newborn The great game to carve yourself a full form - The hot springs of summer can be lukewarm - But there can't be darkness with no new dawn. You've been chained to degression since you've been formed The great game to carve yourself a full form As time crawls from concept right to your door A fool's life can clammer to define more. You've been pained with the task of being informed The great game to carve yourself a full form. You've been chained to denouement since a newborn The great game to carve yourself a full form. If it's not gracious to appease to taste the chaste From a sneezing space I'm maced Sour from the side, like a shot of Yeezy's face I'm blinded shallow minded A delicate fine if you can keep the pace I'll take the snare if you obstruct the bass: I could say I don't care but what good's the prey if you don't like the chase I'm laced up ready to talk fate with my Tinder dates. So what's the case? An existentialist surfing time and space Broken hearted with more Will than Jada Pinket's place. I'm jotting you dodging I'm spotting all clone Hopsins Pale eyes elevated by lies like Tom Watson. So what'd the haste? With every moment made means the past erased The apple sours while the future sits besides the snake. Is this the race that our ancestors thought to hold in place? A lame disgrace of a great idea that only lays in waste? You've been chained to degression since you've been formed The great game to carve yourself a full form As time crawls from concept right to your door A fool's life can clammer to define more. (And the course can provide you favours in a less than divided way) You've been pained with the task of being informed The great game to carve yourself a full form. (the course being how you choose to mark your path) (the course being how you choose on the way down) You've been chained to denouement since a newborn The great game to carve yourself a full form.