Gone Fishing

I am uncommon sense Sits close to abandonment Learning, concerning The different between do or die Each step taken away from A place of hopelessness Takes me closer To building another kind of family nest There is no inclusion for sick and tired Nobody close to us and recognize Only exclusion for us, out there Only delusion for her, sits in despair I can't taste, so beautifully dressed In the moment will feel this I fear I could get to feel this Destined to upon my name Have around this far from home The children of the day must??? My new friends are like that Mechanism I'm so alive in this Children of god, the children of the passion Found a place to express myself Go on ahead, shadows hold Circle into the board to get my prayers Expensive things as cheap as thrill No such thing as overkill Children of god, the children of the passion There is no inclusion for sick and tired Nobody close to us and recognize Only exclusion for us, out there Only delusion for her, sits in despair