Burn that flame see where im at

Spilled the candle wax on my lap

Race, til im finished

Me i never really had, faith

They shift control, I’m not that type

And You can't enter looking for backspace

I wish I had less forgiveness

They trying to get rid of my innocence

Whats your life if you're not living?

Bang

Its who are not whats your name

Tell me what’s the stakes

Now let that marinade and bake, wait

What that mean?

It takes time to be seasoned

Outside be deceiving

So dim that fire just a little

Its bout how you cook the middle

Cloudy thoughts in me Garage? You damn right

Fuck a parking spot we run alot, you damn right

I’m a Star, nah I’m a God

Hell yeah, Man I evolve

Even though some things will never change

And we’re back to the rhythm

We’re trapped in existence

We’re running back to square one

Mangled till we’re undone

Lost in the feeling

Gone back to deceiving

Ourselves in our own word

Watching as our eyes burn

But life still turns till it comes around

Our candles burn a little more than we’re used to

So my heart stays there

Waiting for the meaning of a new sun

Mangled till we’re undone

It’s my Depeche Mode world

Got me stripped to the bone

I came back into existence

Just to live here alone

But what’s what?

If the means can justify the ends

We’re all tied to the sins that our eyes commend

When we slip tiny secrets through the cracks of the pure doors

Got caught stepping in the tracks of a headless horse

That don’t stop for life, but we thought we might

Be a special type, now I wonder why

I sunk so low

So it goes

I can into existence when my soul said “do as I say”

I lived inside myself forever

Just to fight the hard truth that the world sings

And we’re back to the rhythm

We’re trapped in existence

We’re running back to square one

Mangled till we’re undone

Lost in the feeling

Gone back to deceiving

Ourselves in our own word

Watching as our eyes burn

But life still turns till it comes around

Our candles burn a little more than we’re used to

So my heart stays there

Waiting for the meaning of a new sun

Mangled till we’re undone

It’s only our perception of it, we’re trapped, tethered to it. But that doesn’t mean that that’s all there is. If anything it’s evidence that we can participate in goodness truth and beauty, as evidence that there must be, like, a one hundred percent reality to these things.