Life’s simple phrases causes diluted faces
Making crazy thoughts real, making me feel
Can I feel free? Can I see something to feel?
These crazy thoughts betraying my sanity
Life’s pleasant season is my only reason
For staying in this chaotic world.

If things were real we would all see the same thing in the same way.
This perceived world has so many fake pearls, in the beholders eyes, I behold more lies.
And I seen my whole life in an unforeseen way just to make sure I can deal in this chaotic world.

When I realized the sun never does rise.
And I’m walking as a microorganism of an infinite wisdom.
Talking through doors avoiding whores.
Listening to the moons light as the world goes into deaths foyer.
In this chaos, I see the chaotic chaos.