Mode of Something

Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found
Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found

I can show you carnage, of course a carcass is limited
With the sunset of dim train lights in tunnels
If you can dig your way out that's a blessing, if you can feel around
Nothing's a reminder, congrats if you're back from purgatory
A hellish return to sender, as the ember snatched all of your whatevers
This is no place for nihilism. I got your sarcasm as if I had your nose
You held it up high & it got caught, caught in my testicles
So for every shooter is the rudimental mental surface
And what's gorgeous is I get views of the circumference
Move it move it, it's childish to stare while I'm talking, breathing
It's crazy over here with faces, eclectic rhythm if you don't know how to say this
I shook my fist to the flow of the danger
Relinquished bliss & now I'm the target for my temper

Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found
Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found

Time isn't precious because when ego is involved
Most people don't care about oscillating authentically
This isn't the end.
So there's some sort of (hope?) for something or someone actually enlightening, right?

Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found
Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee
In the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found