A Thousand Warped Lenses
Where do I start?
It’s hard to begin
Can one learn their lens
As to speak without it
A slow glide through a cocaine wind
Or is that not it?

Where do I start?
Don't wait for the end
Dissect it with clarity, yeah
But dance ’til you’re dead
You keep on drawing temperance
When you lost your step

Where's that flow, is it felt or is it known? A bit of both
As the ice-cold fog creeps through these bones and towards your soul
(or not, maybe not)
No, it’s a book you read but didn’t get
The silence has you screaming for a ghost
And the tower, how it's falling all around us always
Do you evеn care?
If you don’t
I’ll let go
When lightning strikеs my home
Lost inside your moan
Or wander ‘round this world
That crumbles slow but sure
Where do I start?
It’s hard to begin
A thousand warped lenses
Yeah and I’m just one of them

Tell me there's a Fool in this deck
It’s been years, it seems, and I haven’t drawn it yet