Run, through the doors the dirty core of iron stars carved into robotics sucking life with only one left not starved
Over and under and through and rated the faces of the many fell to what the ministry withheld in your cases

In and out, nothing to find, yet still to find, can you find the mind
A mind that takes a solid from the light and forges a blind
Tick tock tick of the shattered clock never keeping time
Just to suddenly find that

There’s nothing left, under this gray sky
For one to take part and or say in
And when you need an escape
The nothing so high
Will only keep the mind in absence

Driven out by iron crushing the dancers
The nature, the light, the ever going fight
The friend, the trend, the prosperithic blend
And now it’s time to, it’s not time to begin

But I’ll take the moment
And I’ll use factual reality
If I am the material
If we are all the material
Then I
Then we
Find depth in nothing
And why trust this something, for
This hell bound reality
It just isn’t for me
I simply cannot, I simply cannot leave this now
If and then I would leave what they barely allow
It just isn’t for me

And with all but a look you can tell
There is a somethingness you see
You know all too right and well
There is far more ‘where to be’
And maybe I’ll find that

There’s something left, under this red sky
For one to take part and or stay in
And when you find the shape
The something so high
Will keep the mind in ambiance