Pareidolia

Brace for taste, the instant fade Memories made in the back of my head Rounded off, to hide in shade I got it wrong Got it right Got it wrong again But if we had a word we'd whisper No faded mantra While I'm on the side you much prefer, to air it out Taking apart this little part we're all part of Set my jaw, and a neutral stance Taken ticket, on a stretching hand And a white wall, warm wood Tick meticulously under hood Note it down, to not forget It's an exercise It's an exercise in avoiding regret It's an exercise But if we had a word we'd whisper No faded mantra While I'm on the side you much prefer to air it out And self preserve The parts we are all part of We're all part of We are all part of I see faces in the rock formations I'm hearing voices between the beats