Fallen Mysteries
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Trace over your soul with the candle you hold
Try to find your way home through the blistering cold
Here you're all alone and you feel it in your bones
Still you cling to hope, let it guide you on
You fawn and faint over faith
It's your fate
Far too late to change rate
Or contemplate escape
I slowly wrap it up as I seal your ending
Strap yourself right in you'll see that you're just beginning
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
I beg your pardon for my narcissistic overtones
I must confess that I'm merely selling what you want
But can you blame me
We all justify it in our own ways
And when we covet others that's when all our demons will play
Our only option is to dance away their energy
Exercise the demons while you're dancing with the enemy
Come and kiss the darkness let it saturate your only soul
Surrender to the mysteries and let them carry you back home
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Theta Chief is something like a hazard to your biochemical matter
With splatter abstract pattern
Extractor without an exact tone to match your tactical back-drop-zone
Just a skid on the blacktop road
On a long desert highway you can sense the goodbye waves from the angels of Yahweh
You can't fuck with my way of rhyming with timing precisely
Striking like a cosmic Bruce Lee as I leap free of the earth's big G
I am constantly referencing with excellency the physics integrated through our chemical extremes
It seems as if you're captured in a dream state
The mean rate of change calculated through exchange rates
So I exchange fates from pauper to a prince
Now I'm eager to imprint
Check the fine print
It's time, rent is due
Need a clue as to who I am
I am the Son of Man
I am the end at hand
I am your only friend
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Trace over your soul with the candle you hold
Try to find your way home through the blistering cold
Here you're all alone and you feel it in your bones
Still you cling to hope, let it guide you on
You fawn and faint over faith
It's your fate
Far too late to change rate
Or contemplate escape
I slowly wrap it up as I seal your ending
Strap yourself right in you'll see that you're just beginning
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
I beg your pardon for my narcissistic overtones
I must confess that I'm merely selling what you want
But can you blame me
We all justify it in our own ways
And when we covet others that's when all our demons will play
Our only option is to dance away their energy
Exercise the demons while you're dancing with the enemy
Come and kiss the darkness let it saturate your only soul
Surrender to the mysteries and let them carry you back home
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Theta Chief is something like a hazard to your biochemical matter
With splatter abstract pattern
Extractor without an exact tone to match your tactical back-drop-zone
Just a skid on the blacktop road
On a long desert highway you can sense the goodbye waves from the angels of Yahweh
You can't fuck with my way of rhyming with timing precisely
Striking like a cosmic Bruce Lee as I leap free of the earth's big G
I am constantly referencing with excellency the physics integrated through our chemical extremes
It seems as if you're captured in a dream state
The mean rate of change calculated through exchange rates
So I exchange fates from pauper to a prince
Now I'm eager to imprint
Check the fine print
It's time, rent is due
Need a clue as to who I am
I am the Son of Man
I am the end at hand
I am your only friend
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Kowalski
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