Beautiful people come from within
Gold in the Rose's, filled to the brim
Spirit is broken, far from a win
Body is frozen, stuck in the wind
So take in the moment, let it sink in
Stories for generations of kin
Nothing I write that isnt a sin
But if it's alright, I guess I'll begin

You can be the key, I can the lock
You can be the sea, I can be the dock
You can be the pea, I can be the pod
Never let me leave, never let me stop

I got what you need, I got what you want
Tell me what you wanna be, show me what you really got
Fallen apple of the tree, left in solitaire to rot
But it leaves behind the seed, now its hidden in the rocks

Shifting through time, watch it ascend, to the sky
Bearing the fruits, left for the dead, now alive
Looking behind, lookin ahead, all our lives
Nothin to do, nothin to say, when you die

Everyone says, that you should head for the light
But what are the stars, if we aren't there for the night
Society's dead, so I prepare for the fight
I lie in my bed, another dream from divines