Lyrics
intro
somethin inside between the pen and ink lines
somthin inspired me to cause malevolant rhymes
showed me a sign something greater than the greatest of time
the creation of sustaining what could be the benign//
the more perfected design
the more detainable unstable force of attainable minds
the turn of tables align//the course of drawing flaws
panned across the plans and the drawing board.
the slain of wars laid across the blade of the flaming sword
the tales of coming to, of growing up, and finally making
the cultural image of what im trying to break in
in conforming the saying of why the lies of the paying
produce the ties of the flailing and push the tire to deflation
forcing the tide of the nation against the mind of sensation
absorbing every delay and performing acts of felatio
experimenting on spaces and the face of the stations
destroy the acts of the living making the dead more "in ratio"
the axiom growing, simply flowing, out of zone and hitting more
the broken promises of the word becomes to be a chore
like the relation between two opposites can ignite
thus enforcing a light and fuel to show the way to the night
chorus
when you're ready to go (but what you saw)
well im just letting you know (but what you saw)
i dont care if you go (but what you saw)
is nothing more than illusions of what i know
its a sad thing when the death of the millions
is reproduced for entertainment to show the shades of vermillion
and when rebellions rise to charge against the flow of the powers
entire militaries fall into the trap of the hour
the faces drop to the floor as bodies trampled and poured
like molten lava flowing down the side of landscapes and gore
and even opening doors provide no exits no more
it only shows the saddest day on earth like never before.
