Curious

step into the rhythm of a head-on collision

corrosion leaves scars on the inside

hands tied

eyes open wide

difficulties come with time

coloured by beauty

the soil, the sea

never once did you think this could happen to we

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 this strain

marked clearly by an absent stain

in desperate times we pay a price

then gasp and scream as they twist the knife

this is not a presence unseen

it’s a future past from machete to machine

opened up to the physical

the cracks were 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 we

always trying to master de slave

now I look to save the slave in me

future plans simply ripped from hand

means we can’t compete

unless we dead ‘pon we feet

with the stroke of a pen

the ground beneath us descends

into an never-ending bottomless shift

there’s a world of something in this

blood a’ boil under flesh

mechanism of stress

come like we’re still unaware

why the numbers make sense

divide invisible power

with the speed of desire

subtract the presence of guilt

from the riches of pleasure

now your opened up to the physical

the cracks were there in need of repair

but you left them to fend for themselves

watch chaos ensue as if you never knew

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