Primordium / The Skeptic Beholder

Decaying we are falling in this course of life among their solid structures, as thread of knife we seek all the responses between trash and lies but no one has the answer about live to die. I feel kind of weird, something’s going on estrange is to survive in this paradox the prophecy take shape, saving none evolution and advance, the unorthodox… … The skeptic beholder. Love brings the glaze of light within my heart so tripping and so inspired as form of art to reveal me that existence is something simple to reveal me the distance of worlds apart. Only you can see my secrets, know my reasons only you I trust in this changing season litigation and pride, will we surpass? only you know why, why am I… … The skeptic beholder. To emancipate this whole world we shall breakdown to take control. Regenerate our inner selves wash our souls and save ourselves. Too much surrender shall bring us suffering we must stop being used and end the hurting… … An open eye it’s an open mind we are slaughtering our own kind! We are the skeptics, we are the blind the right direction is hard to find. We make a stand, we make it bind, to be in the end another slave to the grind!... I’ve come to grief in this ethnic world happiness and joy beyond grasp my strength’s hidden in the gale of cold conviction and sense… In harsh. No, you can’t save me my love from this profound ditch my chest hurts every minute, it won’t switch courage it’s a virtue of the minor being but I’m just too divided for what I’ve seen… … The skeptic beholder.