With nothing left and much denied, alone sat the, sorrowful tools beside
Drentched in flourecent cause time’s not of the essance
During the unknown, validity consistent
But we’re all here; this is clear, smotherless comfort and all
Sore after multiple times, salvation was found by the stall.
“It’s all wrong; we’re too ahead, what have we here?
A system too slow and not comindiered
Within time my son you’ll know what to do
To implement a weapon to those past due.”
Hope’s ship sinks under meloncoly skies
Identity’s replaced and you can’t abide
Perseverience is a tool unique to the job at hand
As dead ends never end in this holiest of lands.
So take my hand and lets get through this sorrow brought by consensus
Cause history shows tradition will always try to convict us.
