Curious

Step into the rhythm of a head on collision

Corrosion leaves scars 'pon the inside

Hands are tied eyes open wide

Difficulties that come with time

Coloured by beauty the soil the sea

Never once did you think this can happen to me

Always trying to master the slave

Now I look to save the slave in me

In memories the pressures are lifted

Come again from born in another form

Restricted by restrain marked clearly by an absent stain

In desperate times we pay a price

Then gasp and scream as them twist the knife

See this is not a presence unseen

It's a future past from machete to machine

Opened up to the physical

The cracks was there in need of repair

But you left them to fend for themselves

Watch chaos ensue as if you never knew

Maybe just maybe we should tell you

Maybe just maybe we can feel you

Maybe just maybe we can save you

Maybe just maybe we will kill you

Coloured by beauty the soil the sea

Never once did you think this could happen to me

Always trying to master the slave

Now I look to save the slave in me

Future plans simply ripped from our means

We can't compete less with death and defeat

From stroke of a pen from beneath we descends

Into a never ending bottomless shift

There's a World

There's a World of a word

There's a Word of some words

There's a Word of some Worlds

There's a World

Blood on boil on the flesh

Mechanisms on stress

Comin' like the steel on a wheel

While the numbers makes sense

Dividing visible power with the speed of desire

Subtract the presence of guilt

from the riches of pleasure

Now you're opened up to the physical

The cracks was there in need of repair

But you left them to fend for themselves

Watch chaos ensue as if you never knew

Maybe just maybe we should tell you

Maybe just maybe we can feel you

Maybe just maybe we can save you

Maybe just maybe we will kill you

Coloured by beauty the soil the sea

Never once did you think this could happen to me

Always trying to master the slave

Now I look to save the slave in me