Contact
The path to my passion was found in the ashes
I re awoke the serpent transmuted the damage
I found God in the midst of a passage
I saw him in action
What would await me was something that would save me
A moment of clarity epiphany maybe
Or was it something more simple I came in contact with what I claim to be the issue
A Touch The Rush Signatures of Trust
Let me tell you now A Quest for Love
The Sacrifice of Blood
Let me show you how I've been adjacent with so much embracing
An infinite spectrum of flavored sensations
Yea
Countless temptations
Array of vibrations in constant operation
I needed answers starting into depths of this touch screen
Black mirror like a God I can see all things
Which is odd that's the problem I don't feel nothing
Connected to the web and all but I still feel lonely
I made the call conspiracy cause look at all the irony
We have each other's IG's don't speak in reality
From analog to digital ones and oos computer codes all virtual
What the fuck happened to the physical
Moving past the distance I see how I'm inflicted
It's awkward now when in conversation with the bitches
My nigga put the phone down
I'm literally right next to you I'm talking bitch listen
Infection gone viral staring at a iPhone
we polarize our gaze south but never to the sky though
I'm talking about humanities trajectory towards progress
May we find love
May we never lose contact
I re awoke the serpent transmuted the damage
I found God in the midst of a passage
I saw him in action
What would await me was something that would save me
A moment of clarity epiphany maybe
Or was it something more simple I came in contact with what I claim to be the issue
A Touch The Rush Signatures of Trust
Let me tell you now A Quest for Love
The Sacrifice of Blood
Let me show you how I've been adjacent with so much embracing
An infinite spectrum of flavored sensations
Yea
Countless temptations
Array of vibrations in constant operation
I needed answers starting into depths of this touch screen
Black mirror like a God I can see all things
Which is odd that's the problem I don't feel nothing
Connected to the web and all but I still feel lonely
I made the call conspiracy cause look at all the irony
We have each other's IG's don't speak in reality
From analog to digital ones and oos computer codes all virtual
What the fuck happened to the physical
Moving past the distance I see how I'm inflicted
It's awkward now when in conversation with the bitches
My nigga put the phone down
I'm literally right next to you I'm talking bitch listen
Infection gone viral staring at a iPhone
we polarize our gaze south but never to the sky though
I'm talking about humanities trajectory towards progress
May we find love
May we never lose contact
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Writer(s): Oscar Martinez
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