Dolos' Promise

What's a promise, if a lie
Would you read between the lines?
When you told me, "hold your fingers tight
And wish upon the eye"
Could you even tell me if I'm in the wrong lane, or hide?
'Cause acceptance's what I been on, but that piece of me's awry

Dust to dust, ash to ash
We all heard this story once
Act for trust, words are cash
Tricked my view to different hunts

You can't tell me that you know this world if you weren't alive
Your "experience" means shit, if your comparison's contrived

I can't, bring to understand
Why you want to live like this
I can't see or undermine
Temptation for useless bliss
I can't reason one last time
A roll of the dice till abyss
I won't see the other side
If that's how I will live

You see me in a different light, I get it
Not one of the three, three different lives, forget it
So how can I make you understand
The disconnect feels like contraband
That lost and found, that I found my plans

But I get it (No I don't)
It don't mean nothing (Means the world)
That you are with me (Here alone)
This isolation (I'm at home)
Nah, fuck your comfort (Please don't roam)
I felt kinetic (Stay unknown)
But it's potential (Leave a throne)

Promise me I'll make the journey, or the seventeen years would really depart
Promise me I write the page, then I can tell what's fiction and art
Promise that I'll get closure
Promise you'll tell us apart
Not who I used to be, now promise me, I'll get a restart

Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up
Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight
Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path
Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash?

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

What's a promise, if a lie
Would you read between the lines?
When you told me, "hold your fingers tight
And wish upon the eye"
Could you even tell me if I'm in the wrong lane, or hide?
'Cause acceptance's what I been on, but that piece of me's awry

Dust to dust, ash to ash
We all heard this story once
Act for trust, words are cash
Tricked my view to different hunts

You can't tell me that you know this world if you weren't alive
Your "experience" means shit, if your comparison's contrived (This isn't real)

I'm the ace pulling back at the heart
Pulling the strings, after all, still don't know what is art (This isn't real)
Spray paint the street, down the line, maybe you'll find out the start (This isn't real)
That checkered line, that you thought would lead you up on the chart (This isn't real)
That line that tore us apart (This isn't real)

Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up (This isn't real)
Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight (This isn't real)
Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path (This isn't real)
Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash? (This isn't real)
(This isn't real)

You brought a camcord every step of the way (This isn't real)
And still mistook every step for some clay (This isn't real)
How could you ever plant your feet if you're late (This isn't real)
Mendacium, what's foolish wouldn't prevai- (This isn't real)

But I would argue Veritas would give way (This isn't real)
And I could forgive every moment of stay (This isn't real)
But if I live, I wanna live and not pay (This isn't real)
For a promise, was a trick, ever since it was grey
(This isn't real)

For the truth
The truth is in the promise

(One! Two! Three! Four!)
Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up
Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight
Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path
Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash?

It's a live performance, rotting before your eyes
A waste of the clock, and a waste of what's alive
The ash wants reborn and dust seeks what survived
But we leave it unspoken, 'cause he said "it is wise"