Self is like the ruler of the moment

Preservation of the interested job

Always is tomorrow for atonement

Today is for the smash, snatch, and rob

We live as though our time is never ending

Throughout the day we are shown reality

I understand the message that you're sending

I'm not so sure your message is for me

Some will gather round, entranced with what they've found

Whittling the time away

While the rest stay tuned to the sound

In hopes of the witness of a new, more inviting day

Some will gather round, entranced with what they've found

Whittling the time away

While the rest stay tuned to the sound

In hopes of the witness of a new, more inviting day

World is but a platform for the provin

But some will make it out to be the key

We who be the servants keep it moving

Directed by the force we cannot see

Got to be a purpose to the process

Implanted in the recess of the mind

Focus past the camouflage and nonsense