Crawl, from a crack inside a wall
onto a floor that turns to crystal thorns
Then repeat, anew, reborn
Drown, in a sculptured sea of sound
Endless pretension in surround
I need to cut ties all around
Drift, from this conflict I will lift
another plane I could exist on
From up here I see no rifts
For now, I hover low
invisible, unknown
and you might never know
just how far I would go
to change all that you know
to one consistent flow
and maybe then you'll see
what all this means to me