What You See Doesnt Make Me

The sky seems lower than...

where i rest my footsteps.

If i fall i'll take flight and glide into hells eye...

Mesmorized at how many times the flesh must die...

When i cry for lost lives, i ride the ripples of sins pride...

The door to the shore im knocking on - wont let me in

Win to win

Lose to win

Coming is leaving, and going is just getting there...

Alone I am a pair...

Soley we are all...

All of us...are none