Prism

Built like a prism
Manifest division
Peeling through the air like a hawk on a hunt

Prose like the knows
Never really shows
Beating to the rhythm of a medicine drum

In the old ways they say

Catapulted sages
Ripping through the pages
Folding up the secrets like a fawn on the run

Slung like the departed
Wishes never started
Divided by the earth and the sky in your eye

In the old ways they say
You've got no sense
No sense
No sense of escape

Man I'd like to show ya
Separate the old ya
Depart ya from the senses of what might have been

Shake you by the fault line
Send you to the the surface
Disengage your doubts and all your might have beens

In the old ways they say
You change to live
And you live through change

Rah Oh Ooo
Rah Oh Ooo
Ooo Oh Rah
Oh Ooo
No sense of escape



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Writer(s): Common Center
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