We are but dots in a timeline, circulating this plane of existence
A collection of memories bound to a transparent sphere of poignancy
Negative prevalence - arrogant negligence
These moments are temporary - an expiring matrimony
In this presence of time and space, I saw everything
But I could not shake the pretense of changing every place
Everything was written, scratched off and rewritten - again and again
But I could not change my fate
Each moment in time bore endless faces of crime
A victim of time, I'm terrified of history
(In this presence of time and space, I saw everything and I watched it burn)
I've witness all I will become, if I keep up this corrosive course
Where is the epicenter? What is the source?
Could I salvage what's left of me?
I've witnessed all I will become, if I keep up this corrosive course
Where is the epicenter? What is the source?
To hell with history
Negative prevalence - arrogant negligence
These moments are temporary - an expiring matrimony
In this presence of time and space, I saw everything
But I could not shake the pretense of changing every place
"I never used to feel like this. I used to never think of death or hear voices." 1
Daily, I'm haunted by "the shortness of days"
2 but maybe I shouldn't stay nor adhere to my choices
I will walk away; and start anew; and leave the imperfections
All the fragments of history behind
For, history... For, history no longer defines me
It's difficult to turn away when to commit that sin's to turn away for good3
But I will venture into the unknown - tied in knots and crucified - and leave history alone