The sweet smell of flowers helps us cope

Ashy grey eyes try to zoom past the trap

Insomnia's become a popular joke

A lie testified to those eyes of glass

Fasten your EYELINE tight

To hide away the secrets you keep in teardrops

Looking forward to the day's highlight

A wondrous sensation seeded in deep thought

I read the New's top article

They left out that it was the work of a devil

They struck the truth down, said wrong was the right

And then they had a PUNCH LINE

AMBIGUOUS SPEAKER, can't you contradict

Who is left to bury the ashes of my flared emotions?

Isn't this that kind of play that favors the ACTORS?

Rats were dying as the page started to turn

The timeline is doing fine

So much information, don't try to understand

The epidemic I warned of has arrived
And caught in dejection, I dirtied my hands

So we profited with every "last" breath

Consuming JUNK FOOD to swallow our lies

Voices, that once questioned God's death

Had, since long ago, resigned to silence

Alcoholics drunk with despair

Desperate to flee from their PINCH MANIA

The loss of breath from losing the fight

Leaking through the PIPELINE

Perfect operation! Watch the road transpire

Carefully consider what's left and what's right SUPER DRIVER

Isn't it common sense that called for a break

Rats were dying at the hour's stalemate
AMBIGUOUS SPEAKER, can't you contradict

Who is left to bury the ashes of my flared emotions

Isn't this that kind of play that favors the ACTORS

Rats were dying as the page started to turn

Freedom of speech dawns, and even cats and frogs stand upright

They unknowingly give the rats their place and their condition refuses to improve

They line up and theorize and even begin to flat out lie

Hey burglar cat, you say you know me better than I do?

I didn't want to be the one to kill the dream

So I pointed and said it was all your doing

AMBIGUOUS SPEAKER, can't you contradict

Who is left to bury the ashes of my flared emotions

This play over and over again, are we just the ACTORS

Rats were dying as the page started to turn

Aimless freedom? Reasonable poverty?

Are the good hobbies the ones that help us to survive

The one paper inside, revealing the story

Those who refused to suspect are dying

I felt the coldness of the sky