If you see my ears bleed
Been worked by disease
Once pristine clean now dirty
That pristine dream is now burning
It's all the same now that the times is turning
I'm thinking about rhymes as release
From the heat that the rhymes release

We used to burn the witches
Now we turn the switches
Throw the blamed at the beast
Disinfect the cut and sow the stitches
So we show that we don't know
Used to crucify the scouts that came to rout new ways
In those blood tarnished days
Wore hoods on our heads
And a chip on our shoulder
Chip off the old boulder

Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass
Flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass
We live upon glass
And hope it only lasts till the last of our days
These are our ways
These are our ways

The overall scene must be seen
from within and without
Only then can the stout win
Only then can the shout be heard
And the words related not graded
That's why I'm so
Phased out, correlated
Signs of the times
Rhymes of blind fury
Of hate, doubt related
Fines for lack of beauty
In the eyes of the beholder
Lies life in file folder
Stored as a shine
Withered or divine
The snake arrives to bestow
Permeates, dualistic world it flows
But the trees still grow
Known to be found at ease
Known to be profound at ease

Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass
low upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass
We live upon glass
And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways
Fast we decide that the past was o.k.
Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways
Blink and these things come to pass
We should live upon grass
And cope with this task

Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass
Flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass
We live upon glass
And hope it only lasts till the last of our days
These are our ways

Gone around to come around
Known to be bound to these seas abound
I float underwater, scrutinize the sound
Dig underground till I've come around
And found the rise that I hadn't yet found
Known to be found at ease
Known to be profound at ease
Known to be found at these seas
In renounce of disease,
But the trees still grow
Even if I know that the flow no longer goes
I'll still wonder who was stronger though
Because I wander in respect of both
But I expect what I know to show

Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass
Flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass
We live upon glass
And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways
Fast we decide that the past was o.k.
Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways
Blink and these things come to pass
We should live upon grass
And cope with this task