I'm glaring at the ceiling as i walk away feeling
I'm losing denial as i reconcile
I'm feeling my losses well I get caught up mid tosses
and reading beneath the normal expirsance

Doing the dance as you wisp one more chance
on the floor trough the door or a brand new time
Playing the chips as you flip down your hits
made a bet to god, so forgotten and prime

How do you like life, where you're complaining of strife
And you say what you feal to reveal, what's the deal?
If its good then you should by the pass as the mass of the crowd grew so loud you denied that you felt, what's the deal....

And how do you swear to the god in the air, as you fell to you knees and the air it would squeeze form your lounges to your head as you felt your self dead and you noticed for the first a new kind of thirst, to the sink well you stood up and knowingly freeze'd

Look to the pain
the stain in your brain,
that booked you the flight to your soul.

Do you see
with the eyes, they can show you surprise
or are you blinded with hurt, no control.

Loose your self here,
as the dead beats all stare
you felt nothing so rare
as the space left up there.

Now your empty....