Final State (Produced by M. Pines)

Greetings y’all, all gall, pure advent garde Advantages are…you know what the damages are Immediate, see we get, signals from the start The brain or the heart, or some other mysterious part Discipline’s hard, most will never take that charge Make it that far, life just gets more bizarre I map the stars, find what attracts the gods Hack the source, hope they do not stack the odds Facts with flaws, yeah, like when the casket calls Or casting calls to play the part of plaster walls Mastered laws of subtlety, the hidden clause I sit in awe thinking of forbidden acts I didn’t ask, the ghosts of my distant past This is mad…ness, and I’m just as glad To have had some time to define my path Might I add my wrath is a silent song My pride is strong, I belong, like the night is long But sun rise is too quick, whose side it’s on? Right or wrong, that’s how the lines are drawn Etched in STONE, carved by a blade of bone I crave to roam, at least until I’ve made a home Standard issue, that could never be my fate I try, but wait, I still like a fly-by great Oh my I’m late, let me try to make my gate Carry on, then I’m gone, to my final state