Actors put on a play most decadent
Soon their energies will be spent
Approximation waiting in the wings
Laying claim to the final bell rings
So open those eyes and gaze upon this misalignment
To retread this route would be most violent
For what has formed is not what should thrive
Refute that and no soul will ever get out alive
It’ll just be a one way ride
Muse over decisions so ill-defined
Tear bodies down to the rind
Stitch the pieces until a map is formed
Soon to be the one who is swarmed
So open those eyes and gaze upon this misalignment
To retread this route would be most violent
For what has formed is not what should thrive
Refute that and no soul will ever get out alive
It’ll just be a one way ride
Dredge along a route that has no reason
This is what you believe in
A deity will never raise its head
There is no more pull left in the thread
So open those eyes and gaze upon this misalignment
To retread this route would be most violent
For what has formed is not what should thrive
Refute that and no soul will ever get out alive
It’ll just be a one way ride
Simon A Jackson - Writer 