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 tongue

For the sound you spill

I want the honor for the favor that I've already won

Without the ignorant deduction

That you reveal

Give me the pain of something real

No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising

Give in a way that I can feel

When you disagree 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

You wrote the words you couldn't

Stomach manifesting with breath

I read the thoughts you never

Questions would show me 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

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 up

Fall into the flood of your awakening

Drown. You're just a trace of what I used to be

Awaken