The element of this dark tale jumps from
left to right without a warning
On the other hand it’s expected
The heat of conversation can draw all of
us in to this sensation
Until we don’t know what we’re thinking
Well the message was overwhelming and the
way it was said made me feel that
There was some plan put in motion
On the “transformation of tissues”
The color fades away from the myriad
issues
Until it all repeats again
Similarities show, what everybody could
know
Within the red, white, and blue nothing
is true
I take a sample of your blood for a test
I won’t explain
Of course you’re drawn to the heat that
seems to always repeat
As it cycles once again, without a final
end
As long as you say you’re okay
I will choose to help you out with all “that”
anyway
Now the data’s updated and the test
proceeds with satisfaction
Reaching the end of every action
Researching “love” as a theory, I believe
that what we find can be usable
But until it’s complete we cannot know
Do you see all this world’s great
nonsense?
Is the cover better than the content
written
On all the pages held deep within?
In a scientific perspective, it’s
basically all the same when
You and I are identical
Ever since that one day, I haven’t hoped
for futures
It didn’t matter, it wouldn’t work anyway
I’m confirming that I’m alive and here
now once again
Countdowns begin endlessly as I open up
the door
I don’t recall what I seek or what I want
anymore
“Hey, it’s your turn now. How will you escape?”
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