But, but these people won't listen to the bullshit of his vision
Can't envision the mission, we're destined for fission
When each claims to hold the key to eternal wisdom
It's an indication of negate effects in full motion
One swing is all it takes for these effects to go in tandem
From the minimum to maximum pessimism
Specks of skepticism in sequential periods, pendulums
But time plays down chronology in very slow motions
So I see the flaps of the wings in the very split second
As the world spins and passes by, everything is frozen
Time is the robber of the biggest dreams and passion
And the prince keeps his mental in check in training sessions
Gotta keep the wheels in the full cycle and please 'em
Tries to hide the anger but instead releases the rebellion
Rebellious inside the boy he has won his over with seduction
He succumbs to the tempting temptations in silent notion
But the God is in within in every situation
He pleads, but falls to the fiery depths in the death fashion
With no indication of the slightest remorse or repent
Been taught to hold up the pen against the immoral system
We all vie for oxygen amid the strangulation
But deprivation is too much to bear inside this box of regulation that's full of complaints and unaccounted compensation
The princess lies within her seven by seven square box
Inside this coffin but it's double and triple locked
Her feet are cold despite the double woven wool socks
Pays attention to the single ticks of the grandfather clocks
The castle is full of them but only one can unlock
The cursed spell that holds her down like a boulder rock
Awaits for the prince with the courage and wit to outfox
The master of these pieces and his three hot-headed bull dogs
As the sun sets and the leap year looms, she grieves a night of sobs
The flashback flashes and creeps in with the mental blocks
As the empty door swings like the promise of that final dot
Tying the knots at the loose ends.. like the perfect orthodox.
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