TRANSPARENCY XVIII.

“Piano Keys That Fall”

Immaculate malfunctions

Those types of things, I often miss

The extorted patterns of natural disasters, I pray for your life, so there won’t be an offense

So get this…get what I hold dear

The canvas of colors, while my eyes speak

sincere

Remastered the classics, to contest what I fear 

Growth and change, they hate to say my name

Hesitation does live, but what else could live here?

I’m drawn between the idols

The massacre of madness, left screaming at recitals

The differences in rivals

The hidden proof, the things I’m getting through

All disclosed in the media, for you

Come clean before its arrival

Of bad news, whispers, and hidden clues

The sheer tremble of my allegations against what withstood my dry ends and points of views

I’m scared for my life, in the midst of my decisions, the handful of quotas that I’m getting used to

I used to play a different song, but now versatility is something that we often grow into