Strayed thoughts
For a moment, my focus slips away
The sun can be pictured through eyelids
Patterns of red flicker by
Notions of forbidden changes
Like an irregular habit
My image of unwanted chaos
Drowns my silent cries
Shake the settled world
Burn the houses of fame
Crush the statues of order
Bring all foundations into never-matching bricks
Barely regaining my berings
Permanently wounded like before
I am managing to balance
On one hand, I succeed
On the other hand I can't
Deceived by a false security
The fierce wave breaks in
Shake the settled world
Burn the houses of fame
Crush the statues of order
Bring all foundations into never matching bricks
Pride and pretense are my device
Inherited from a lost decade
But to restrict time is no defense
You know the outcome can't be altered
Shake the settled world
Burn the houses of fame
Crush the statues of order
Bring all foundations into never-matching bricks
Shake the settled world
Burn the houses of fame
Crush the statues of order
Bring all foundations into never matching, never matching, never matching, never matching bricks
Shake, burn, crusch, bring
Shake, burn, crusch, bring
Shake, burn, crusch, bring