Silence deafens here in God’s blind spot,
Can't do anything wrong, I'm
Too young but
Too old but
Too bold but
Too so-so but
Mostly too, too.
Devil’s cognitions sleep in your idle-ass but thoughts,
Seas of arms drag your every thought and step down, and
The cement clenches having seeped deep.
You are here now and it's always now.
It’s outlined, it’s heavy here and we know it
We feel it in the way weighted lips,
Move in one heavy swallow.
If you can’t read you can’t speak
If you can’t speak you can’t think
So someone else will think for you.
It’s heavy here, the sun strokes broad
Everything’s framed black red rust iron
On the wall where you can picture yourself.
You think it’s left, you think it’s right, but
It’s a whole new direction, step forward.
Even when a sea of arms bring
Your every thought down, you'll think.
You'll think hard and
Hell, the smoke will rise narrowly
When it's the only thing to float.
And when they can’t see it
You’ll see it
Like we've ain’t ever seen it before.