Besedila: Farewell To Freeway. In These Wounds - EP. Promises Of The Gods.

I immerse myself in fiction
while the sky is painted black and grey
my guide my source my inner monologue
to follow constant is the pattern laid
take a breath
(silence as hollow lies inform you)
watch it all collide
one lasting deep breath
buried six feet
and unknown with the promises of the gods
I stand alone
unbecoming of either a hawk or a dove
I've seen while they've signed this so called
no other will make it out on their own
while the tubes that cross airwaves of time
call it all survival and sacrifice
its all now been laid destined once to be
and this their false intentions