one world lost, lost world. one thought gained,
remained past the last sand of the monument,
stained my impression, and my diary page exposed the, truth hurts.
my eyes strained with cautiousness, precautiousness.
pre-truth, i stand still as that same monument,
same vision of all i encounter.
foes close encounter but my willpower is nuclear.
i stand clear, i lie clear, i stand here.
understand fear, overstand the estimation,
whole-hearted hesitation, habitat recreation.
comforting the countless span of the malfunctions zone,
counter-combined the wires with the throne.
double-pulled switch, double-edged sanity, swipe-card vanity.
massagonist, tick tock, the clock tick, tock.
run around the block,
parent community, center stage,
crowd whisper, front page, crowd whisper metaphor.
nothing more, nothing less than the test of time, travel.
time unravel, time unravels time and time again and again.
it seems to be nothing more than echoes.

but this world is not yours. return to somewhere.
one world lost, lost world. one thought gained.
this world is not yours, return to nowhere.
one world lost, lost world. one thought gained.

monument word, absurd, my last breath,
the weapons of the mind, tools dull, cold.
sharp witness, bold face, typed, hype, but signed in heli-type,
but somehow not quite right.
crystal clear visions of grandure.
this mountain top of the mild stone age.
mystic, ballistic testing my determination
to persevere between clouds and clear thoughts.
tears on the inside, smiles on the other side,
one half of the current side, tracking my hands attacking my insides.
the same ideas are the ones that i pray on,
in red chicagos with a suit made out of rayon.
writing my name with a crayon next to yours on the display.
one way, this way, this way,
this world is not yours, return to somewhere.

one world lost, lost world. one thought gained.
this world is not yours, return to nowhere.
one world lost, lost world. one thought gained.