Substance

Not of this world

On impact
Integrated and
Manifested to withstand
The collapse
Through the air we breathe
Into the surface of
The ground beneath
Where it sleeps

Your open eyes are filled with pride
Staring at your hands gripped tight
Nails carved in on the outside
Of something that will see you fade

That will see you fade out

Your shallow mind follows the beaten path
Down to the end until you disappear in it
Your footsteps will never get a grip
If no impact is made on their way
Your hands cling on to insignificance
As you fade

Your open eyes are filled with pride
Staring at your hands gripped tight
Nails carved in on the outside
Of something that will see you fade

I will never be satisfied
Until my eyes can see the light break
Through the inside of a substance
You could never recreate

You can't prove me wrong
All you ever do is scratch the surface
You can't prove me wrong
Of a matter that is goddamn worthless
You can't prove me wrong
You can't prove me wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Thiel
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