World

Until forgiveness is the true master of my soul
I shall drive into well of madness..
Until my face is pressed against the ground
And the impact leaves everything behind..
Factorized consumption will be the asset of my will
After the bleeding walls break through this gloom..

My, oh my, the desperate soil claims a share upon me
And I am still driven to the breakpoint
Now the origin seems so crystal clear
As I see my source: darkness ultimatum!
Keen on frantic misleads in desires
A block of ocean will wipe all the memories
Leaving me nothing but this tormented corporate
That still is beaten like a young son..

I shall dominate the hull with the doves of inspiration
Yet the truth is unbearable: there is nothing I can do
and I can't help doing it over and over again
Just be be dropped from unimaginable heights...
I lived those roads, although no one believes it
I am not an entrepreneur, I am not an entertainer
I am not a prophet that needs a claim
Be it or not, my existence serves its own purpose..

What I build here is my own world
Give or take, you are in it