The Awakening

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown you're just a trace of what

I used to be

Waging the battle

For the appreciation you'll never win

Behold the army

That will harken with open souls

A tiny voice of pester

Softer than a drop of a pin

And so naive thinking

You were the source you told

I was composing

The beginning before you had begun

Where did you sharpen

Such a tounge for the sound you spill

I want the honour

For the favour that

I've already won

Without the ignorant deduction

That you reveal

Give me the pain of somthing real

No empty notion

I want to see the pressure rising

Give in a way that

I can feel

When you disgrace with me

I want to see your eyes burn

Fall into the flood of your awakening

You wrote the words you couldn't

Stomach manifesting with breath

I read the thoughts you never question

Would show your face

If confrontation were to wake

And rear it's ugly head

I get the feeling

You'd be wanting it all erased

This simple gossip

Is your only definition of life

And what a vacant purpose

Taking it to your grave

There is no threat of loss in

Hearing the slant you cry

Oh what a fool to think

You fell on the mass you crave

Give me the pain of somthing real

No empty notion

I want to see the pressure rising

Give in a way that

I can feel

When you disgrace with me

I want to see your eyes burn

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown, you're just a trace of what

I used to be

Awaken from the delusion of validity

Awaken into the truth of how it used to be

Wake upAwaken from the delusion of validity

Awaken into the truth of how it used to be

Wake upAwaken from the delusion of validity

Awaken into the truth of how it used to be

Awaken from the delusion of validity

Awaken into the truth of how it used to be

Wake upFall into the flood of your awakening

Drown, you're just a trace of what

I used to be

AwakenAwaken

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