con.VOL.clusion Lyrics

Entangled with the roots of this synthetic tree

Surrendered to its fruits so pathetically

Truth evades the hours where subjective weaves

You can't flower press with dishevelled leaves

These bloodied hands pass the buck devalue it

These fingerprints are plastered, so claret red

I mourn every second spent that I haven't kept

Those nestled in our Venn a diagram of sacrament

And on days that I feel like I'm dying

I look to the light that my children provide when

Bedlam consumes every morsel of brightness

Remind us we're more than our quietus

There's nothing left In the halls of our conquest

Picking up the dead in a war we haven't lost yet

I'm just a mirror image riddled with our concepts

Hoping someone qualified can simmer down this hot mess

And on the days when I feel like I'm dying

Fright strikes a chord to hymn of enlightenment

I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how

My weaknesses enabled me a conduit of doubt

I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how

As a bead in a wave, a modicum of ground

I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how

Seeking a way to be lost in the now

Alas, there is animus in suffering

Magic in our utterance, our majesty is buffering

I want to walk away but I have to stay

This lawn I've arranged must have it's day

I want to walk away but I have to stay

Every doorway and gate poorly handmade

I want to walk away but I have to stay

I was forged by the flames of our habits craved

Alas, there is absence of mother ship

Tragedy that underpins our flagships of current wins

We place a veil of necessity over the crude the callings of our desires

We, the masters of justification

We have normalised dystopia

Paved the roads that lead us there with notions of adventure

We have been taught greed carefully kneaded into the shape of success, pay it forward

Celebrate it at any and all costs

We have created such grandiose complexities, our achievements are noteworthy

Yet we fail to comprehend their true meaning and worth

As pride is in the eye of the creator

We have imagined gods, fashioned them from ideas and rubble

We live in shadows of things that have grown beyond their purpose, beyond the reach of our stewardship

Beyond us

Blissfully unaware... led by a spark of our own ignition

We have basked in our own glory for too long, blinded by its blaze

The buoyancy of our ego and self worth may not weather this storm

The point of no return may already have its date etched on a milestone disguised as glorious structure

Thankfully we are not footnote, not paragraph, nor sentence, nor word or even letter

A typo maybe?

Withal, the seeds we plant may just reveal the answers that have eluded us

That is a notion we should embrace Build the new worlds upon it

It should have never come to this

We were meant for so much more

Our numbers are too many

For all of our trials, passions, accomplishments and connections

We are significantly, Antagonist

Yet there is wonder in our wander starlight in our passion, flashed of utopia on our horizons and in our peripheral

And beautiful purpose in our complex tapestry

It should have been so much more simple

This should have been a sentient dream

If only we had just