Now I swear I can't remember
But in the past year some where
There was an incident and it went unreported

And as the pages were written,
The meanings hidden and
From the beginning now

Will we see the truth distort?
Will it be a false report?
How many of us would be a lying spirit

Taking your time it's an art form
Playing the part, you do it so well
With a grin, but you turn your back and we see that your hollow

And it makes no difference if you have others that beg and borrow
I take my time to uncover the future of those silent sounds
I threw away my clocks, and sat quietly alone in the dark

They would say they tried making sense of it
But that's not what they did with it
And there's only so much that you can handle from it

You'd rather pull the plug ending it
Then trying to mend it
Here's where your falling just short of the mark



Building an arsenal by any means possible

They said it's impossible
They couldn't fuel the fire faster
They couldn't fool a fool and that's any easy task to do

Distract and debate outside the lines of their calm state
Fabrications
False Autonomy

A will that conspires to uproot
A sense of goodness, the chains that shackle guilt
They want the keys to unleash it, but their asleep at the wheel

Passive aggression now it's bubbling right out of the cauldron
In this post modern spell of pride first, doubt, and speculation
Liars stay loyal while their reaping the benefits

As they're cornered by verbal threats and it's adding to existing debts
I turn away and I occupy a new position