[Clutch.]

Life's a tragedy

You’re trapped inside the fabrics of society

Imagine what your life would be if you could get inspired, see?

Cause you can turn a stone or drop the ball

But you can never have it all, that’s a man’s greatest fallacy

[Gambit]

But I'ma work until my hands are callousing

To make my parents proud of me and land 'em in a palace, see?

Meditating every day 'till I'm levitating up out of me

And flying through the astral tryna travel the galaxy

[Clutch.]

Every day's another step, my improvement will come gradually

And while patience is a virtue, I'm virtually in agony

Prisoners to physical limitations, since we're living basic

And giving faith to the statements we spend our lives establishing

[Gambit]

Trapped inside of a collective reality

Where respect and status are less a reflection of how you be as a person

And more a measure of level of worth through your salary

[Clutch.]

Fuck your version of how to prosper

When nothing's proper, it's all subjective, each perspective can teach a lesson

Whether you keep the peace or believe in complete aggression

We all looking for release, but I digress and

Couldn't care less about a first impression

I was born on Mother Earth crying

[Gambit]

But Gaia knows that now's a gift, that's why it's called the present

And after all I guess we all pursue the future

Unaware the truth to suit ya's that the moment's what we call a blessing

So why you all been stressing?

Reality has an elaborate-ass playing field

Made to trick you into believing that the game that you're playing's real

Sure you can say you feel pain but maybe the pain you feel

Is merely a data stream, and we're gears on a rotating wheel

[Clutch.]

Or maybe every moment holds atonement through our thoughts unspoken

Since our souls are really the only ones we hear

Although exposed to the unknown can so develop fear

It is when we're alone that we exert our least embellished cheer

So suppose that God has given shamanism to the proper living

So that I can sin and wave a lot of linen

Bleached from my heart within it

Surrendering as the embers from my spark diminish

So when my life is gone, will my soul go with it?

Cause your sight of right and wrong changes every day you growing older than it

[Gambit]

So just know your limit

When fighting along and hope you're winning

Yo the only victor didn't fight at all

I suppose you could solely fix on the past, hoping to go relive it

Never knowing if you were alive at all

[Clutch.]

And if I make it to the gates then I'd still be so complacent

You seeing me praying NOT to survive the fall

[Gambit]

They say that Hell is hot, I maintain the place is freezing

There remains a space for hellishness inside us all

It may be through the way we dismay our relationship

To the place that we live and basically take our anger out on ourselves

Or it's a metaphor for those that are dead at war

That, or there's an actual, literal, physical, honest Hell

[Clutch.]

Well, that's a thought that I find unruly

But just because you think it doesn't make it true

And some days the sun rays graze through the clouds

As if something is being pointed out

[Gambit]

Point it out

[Clutch.]

In some ways I'm ashamed of lost gains

Like ocean see the rain in a drain floating down

So when it's all said and done I'll have more to say

But they'll just store away every story saved

I bet they think that we're running out

But running just gets in shape

Helps adjust the pace to explore the place that's not the Now

[Gambit]

And we act as if the Present's a slim, ephemeral

Sliver of a second when in fact it's perpetual

Never ending

Your conception of the past and the future

Is absolutely imaginary, yeah it's better to let it go

But remember you don't got to rearrange your endorphins

To know there's only a single moment that's changing and morphing

Eternally

And you've always been part of it

Said there'll never be an end as there was never a start to it

We all exist, even if only introspectively

So it doesn't matter if we actually exist objectively

[Clutch.]

Respectively all the effects you see are just

Evanescence reflecting selectively

Entering and exiting until you discern with your mission clear

On a quest for love but ain't nobody gonna kiss you dear