Promise me nothing. I'll expect the same at best. This ain't no test

I'll be buried with the rest. Call it a waking. The four winds blowing in all sides

River running through your mind. Shelter here within eye. The swiftest dagger and

The maker bites his tongue. Dying to be loved on a journey back to dust

Mouth without mind. Tongues that race without repress. Unconscious mess

No passion or sacred quest. Solace is coming. Soon their hearts will all breathe love

And rise above. Like pillars under the sun

All faith in man is washed away

A virus drowns their thoughts with plague

The wicked rule in the wicked's game

What light that's left is hidden in shame

Attention to where you're putting your energy

Attention to words the sentence is leaving you

Attention to whys the question is who are you

Attention to time your patience is beating you

Humble the slave of modern day

For a system failed in every way

Intrepid moves direct and true

A restless mind calloused and blue

Attention to now this moments serenity

Attention to how this moment will carry you

Attention to where your footsteps are leading you

Attention to breath your spirit is freeing you

Lower your head in shame. Never forget where you came

Regardless of what's been said. Your actions have spoken instead

Desire the disease the lie. Only the strong could survive

Seductively shackled embrace. Seducing the mind with a taste

All faith...

Attention...