Falter The Part

Misdirection is the game
Easiest route to take to fame
What’s in the mirror is not reflection
Everything seen is part of the rejection
Forming up just to drag it down
If there is a declaration it’s lost by the crown
Shattered line along which to follow
All that remains is the sorrow

Now don’t tell me you believe this to be true
This vision is a fracture handed to you
Don’t walk into that trap without a clue

Clinging to the bitter pill
Sanction dreamt up by the ill
Torn from the pages of forced instance
No part of this will gleam with brilliance
The rot has sunk right to the core
Walking that place in which there will never be a cure
Perforated along the strongest line
The word that died is called fine

Now don’t tell me you believe this to be true
This vision is a fracture handed to you
Don’t walk into that trap without a clue

Hardened to the echo shrill
Predators coming in for the kill
Weave amongst the ever-present realm
That might one day may have no helm
Less is sometimes so much more
This platform has become the most unstable flaw
While jagged edges cut so deep
Each breath continues to be weak

Now don’t tell me you believe this to be true
This vision is a fracture handed to you
Don’t walk into that trap without a clue