Knxwledge
Confessional Palindromes
[Verse 1]
Facades posing impressions upon jailed sessions
Nomenclature entities hanging geriatric minds
Progress halted in the name of liabilities
Why pretend to be kill hungry rounders
Pound us to the end of all time
Offer pens to make it official
Confine in broken homes redlined for the bottom line
Enter Escher’s relativity
Drawing hands; an unfortunate task
For those generations gamed
In the same old way
Some were lucky, some were blessed
Most were pressed crossing the black cat
Gambling lives at every corner
Counting cards is ineffective to this house
Of global influence meeting historical quotas

[Bridge]
I can’t help to know
I don’t know what you need from me
But do you still love me?

[Verse 2]
A confession of sorts
Pursuing a session of concession
However to you its just a procession
Away from reason and a validation of treason
Idealogical alibis reigning terror
Causing raging storms of discourse
To inhibit healing foreclosures
Towards problematic impulses
Tragic reactionary conflating idealistic dreams
Long lost during a war of the mis-informed
Versus the sawn song
Don’t take it as such a jaundice please
Of truth tellers in a cellar of hope
Swelling up efficient conclusions to cope