Trust, independently owned,

sack the religion, it's getting old,

too much is enough to fight what's told.

I dream the impossible, and turn it to Gold.

Never knew it, now it's too late

to see the unseen become a fate,

We live it now, behind bars, unreal is fake,

Created the ocean into a thousand lakes,

Fire is fire, it burns as lust,

making it crazy, reality's a bust,

Take it down, around, a sound: I like this!

Getting frisky, laid back, tied a knot into a fist,

Here we go, look at yourself, Too pretty, too dirty,

too young to be; wicked, straight up twisted,

and this is a sick melody, to turn the tables

upside, around your face, at last, Irony full

blast instead of hard mass, mixed up inside,

and wind, maniacal rhymes, confined in

a Demon's eyes... no lies, no time to die,

unwravle the possession of the mind's cries,

to seek and behold, withered nothingness finds

a way, to become a solid phase, of cycles

in boxes, others don't see, how neat it is to

play, winning the deep memory's charade,

Be proud of it, whichever it may be, to see

the ways untangle as the beast decays..