Prelude (Dejected Reform)

Layer your worth with marks They ascertain to be true To what they deem to be good and whole Tuck away your good heart Where lies your validation? Amongst the tangled and lost My rugged sound got caught up In asymmetrical shit that don't mean a thing Disguise your true disposition The sky still feels like his hands On my face turned to colour Before the waves crash into your dejected reform Cloak your justifications Atone for straying past the path Marked with sharps that don't make your skin peel away And face space within your eyes Relish your simplifications The natural rasp of the night Roaming far just to find The answer was collecting dust in your mind Hide your soul's consumption Cover investment with a shake and a switch Of unintegral reaction to what feels right Take a note and make it