This the POV

Of a frontline soldier born a pacifist

Peace and quiet over riots, I barely imagine this

It don't feel like reality when taking a breather

Brighter days fogged up by amnesia

Finding solace in these chords, leads, basslines and commas

I used to hope that it would take me round the world

With a woman dumbfounded

Covered in nightgown as I presented her the most profoundest pearls

These days less about a balance

More about a balance

When lacking the privacy I just find it more sensible to drown in my talents

I decided with careful consideration only way that I can escape this feeling

Can't stand a broken promise, rid it with penicillin and penciling prefer penning when not a sketch

Safe pocket my answers as I'm walking out Speranza with a level 1 Rattler

I seen it then I sung the song, it's synesthesia backwards in the midst of doppelgänging with casper

Magic

Magic

Magic

Magic