Trimmed Vines (feat. Aire Atlantica & TK the Architect)

My ears need a break

My fears need a date

My instincts breathe when I keep my mental straight

My keys clink every step I take

Second guessing had me sleeping on me

but I think I'm awake

 

That small serenity that comes with escape

Different paths lead to the same place

Let that give your mind peace

Born from a divine breeze

Falling rain gave its life to trees,

but the leaves left til spring

 

Long summer through strange times

Isolation overkill like we were cutting butter with steak knives

Fell asleep again and lived three lives

One where my anxiety runs wild so I fake pride

One where i can settle into things it just takes time

The last I don't remember, spent my efforts trimming up all the grape vines

 

A manuscript to an evolution

A quick fix or a bad solution,

Genetic constitution

Another story written inconclusive

Disillusioned by fate

Veins flowing with movement