A stormy scene is the perfect sidekick
It follows you where you go
A wicked tale of a long-gone time key
Submerged in bottles and pot
Safe, on a bee's ride
Volition unknown
Slave, for a piece of
Material world
I see the truth
We faked it
We creep up through the lines
I'm barely here
I'm chained here
I fade in
The color grey is a healthy liar
He's always under, he's scared
When there's a rational thought he hangs tight
Death gripping shit out of stone
Waste is a lip tight
Articulate gold
Strange, for a beehive
To cast the first stone
I see the truth
We faked it
We creep up through the lines
I'm barely here
I'm chained here
I fade in
A background waits
It's jading
That distant ship arrived
The frame is set
You made it
So fade in