Blinded obedience,
Skillful defiance of self
Pressurized shame in a bottle till it explodes
(It explodes)
You should know better you had all the letters from Paul
It's the painful decipher of words I can't feel at all
Now the dark through the cracks feels warm
Finally I feel good
I finally feel good
All around the fire flies are flickering
(It's just their job)
Cosmic illusion that spirals delusion of cause
Who's the author, the painter, prime mover, or final boss
Even if I'm alone here the dark through the cracks feels warm
I feel good
