Mutatio

I think it's grand, just you and me, a world we change and still can't see.

Aspiring to be better, we kill all the others, we live through one another, we are are just free to smother an apostrophe, philosophy, geography, a flame in one another.

And yet we still break, though sometimes it's hard to see, and we fight through the night in the nightmares we free~

If we stand with the sword, there's a scream overboard, and we hear fear, cheers, and jeers to be seared, and we leered at those who were nearing and clearing a flight of light, see a flame in the night, in one oxidize we dioxisize, we drop the sky, and lift the sea, there's no one I'd rather be~

If we stand by the sword, hear a crash on the board, we know that our fellow has jumped. If he smiles, he's dead, and our hearts fill with dread, as we realize that lies are just what dries when tears fly.

Raise another beat tonight, we fear tonight, and in the cheer we light, a fear we fight~

If you hear his scream, he doesn't plead for forgiveness, yet he seems so dead to me~

he seems so dead to me~

He seems, he seems, he seems so dead to me~