Else,

If thou refuse to let my people go

Tomorrow, I will bring the-
Fuck it.

Walking thru the ruin, I looked down and caught a glimpse of it.

Put it in my pocket, walked away, and didn't mention.

Mmm, if they could see me now,

How astounded they would be at what I found on the ground.

No sound could've alarmed us anymore.

Looking back for nothing,

Other than who didn't make it out the door.

Four scores later, and several attempts

Broke it down and we haven't seen the same strength since.

What I mean to say by this or that is simpe.

Could've mustered more had we remembered our principles.

Isn't it funny how not caring can cause a stir,

And indifference can be just as effective as hurtful words?

Tarnishing a sol takes a lot of hard work.

Like working around the mirror makes it difficult not to smirk at the spotless speaker.

Thinkers and tweakers can relate alike,

But to different pointed edges of the same pike,

Don't fight it.

Bright eyes,

Tinted windows.

Heads down,

Til this wind blows

Over.

Over there where we found the beacon.

With levels peaking we take surplus and give em a reason.

Bright eyes,

Tinted windows.

Heads down,

Til this wind blows

Over.

I strike mine down, lay me down another.

Time is only friendly to the ones who ignorance passes over

In relation to the would-be healer of all things,

Dealer of ultimate fate, bringer of all peace.

One piece at a time, we relinquished the concept in conquest,

overbearing all with our contest in close proximity.

You could hear the sound of the barrier breaking

Just before they lost sight of th Space G.

Onto speaking, partly, every letter in the code

There you go.

A simple reminder of where to go when the time comes back into focus,

Life is a blur, I barely recall the existence or rather prefer that I don't.

To be honest is a luxury we can't yet afford.

Not to be ignored are the presently pressing pistons

Despairingly giving us no other option but to bear witness

To what happens when excuses have passed critical mass.

Bright eyes,

Tinted windows.

Heads down,

Til this wind blows

Over.

To a place we can rest,

Or at least land without distress

Signals are targets to these.

Bright eyes,

Tinted windows.

Heads down,

Til this window blows

Over.

Allow me to reintroduce without much ado,

And I estimate you probably missed what just happened to you

As a a result of not spelling it out for yourself or anyone,

Otherwise, drawing wider breath, you wouldn't bat an eye.

But instead you strike a pose in your skewed throes of humanity.

Close or open-toed, you can kick a goal with a boulder and plan to be

On bare feet running thru jungles chasing luncheon meat:

Old hoes thru old holes in hopes of escaping throat woes.

Just to juxtapose, just suppose the opposing foe

Folds over in time enough for us to locate the wrinkle and iron it out

In a matter of second seconds, being that the first were already accounted for.

It's a storm coming. Run in, or make for a door, I implore some.

And others, I realize, are just passersby.

You decide how you live and die, love and lie to yourself, and again about why.

I'm thru tryin'.

Every system has mains, that don't make you a lion.