“There’s Music In The Madness Of Man”

Do you hear the sweet underbelly of violent color, cascading amongst the concrete?

The pillars never got their way

So they say, as sinners meet

Dance along with the flashes of the storm

By night and day, they never go away

So as they say

Let the fog dim out our flaws while our lips bring more glitter and fear

The restless nature to seek a stature that doesn’t associate with these morals

The type of feelings you get when you don’t want to be sincere

I do not

They throw more and more, until our fragile windows can’t break anymore 

The overseer of reality

Destruction in time, bargaining for more of a self-righteous claim, but it’s nothing compared to my pride

I’m a fever dream

Shadow to shadow, as I run and I hide

You can’t escape the music, and the matter it takes up

It’s define but deadly

It’s the speaker of

Love