PH + WH:
Two escapees and a ship, an always-on signal signals splitting
Inside a well-oiled machine, wind coiled and twisted between pistons
Flows over the wave of a surging mob, then gliding over walls to get distant
Trail of leaves kicked up in its rhythm; we took leave under lights in the prison
Left for a new day’s birth -- propelled by explosions, from smoke we emerge
An offense to the resting inert: the lever’s been pressed down, and sparks thе start of a burn
Metal mesh artificially netting us can’t hold thе fluidity of flesh given its nescience
A sprint to the flint and the fuel’s for the take off…
…Wait pause, refrain in a safe spot, lay low and stay calm
Broken from aged iron, become apparitions who diffuse through barriers and into new environments
The present is our theatre we act live in it
Independence not a question we require it
A pause without calm, rather deep suspension
The end of being penned in, the debris ain’t settling
A chance to hyperventilate and land on our feet
Suddenly disruption advances on peace
A storm surrounded and encroached on in blocks
We poke around, slip through cracks in the rocks
Branch off as lightning, frying a path of nimble defiance
Learn from the past to leave a fire behind us, but keeping a torch to scorch likeness
And flee quick, hold our breath sacred, we freed it…
…We leave this planet, released to freely breeze about the cabin, suspiring
Much higher than old atmosphere’s reach
Gravity no longer compresses my chest -- navigation unleashed
Now that I no longer feel the spotlight’s heat, I can float amongst dots in a sea
Our survival is predicated on what surrounds our arrival
A better day or a rival, a void of information or bed and asylum, we left the light and are blinded
But that’s fine put the flood lights on towards a new path
Light of information illuminates the dark parts of the situation
Homogeneity behind chipping paint in the new home we infiltrating, it’s enraging…
…Pain in the discovery, the law’s spotlight was one thing but we couldn’t duck the sun’s stare
Swapped one star for another thing, suffering is sure
The weight pressing down is completely universal though unequally mature
We must sweep the floor of the dust collecting, expect war
From the seminal singularity; a ball of bright colors, unlike others, and it won’t take five summers
To reach the beach and breach each of your shores
A phoenix from ash on a celestial stampede that will screech through your doors
A comet screaming towards edifice to cause craters
Leads to better shit in the wake of the shaked up, and the liberated endless flows of nature
A storm approaches to lift sediment and layers…
…The looming stare of our all encompassing information void;
Peering over the edge into the static from the massive depths it grabs back at us
A tendril extending to constrict us and end our ambitions
This moment becomes a bend in direction, a loose end-questioning intermission
Schisms are overcome by convergence on decisions
On the swirling vertex of space dust that awaits us -- unnerving repetition… Unnerving repetition…
Imposition re-emerges, concrete seeks to stomp out burning
Can’t keep original flight path or turns when eyes blinded by spotlights returning
The long arm reaching and casting a shadow on chance of succeeding
Needing decision: spin dead hopeless or flip over borders
Need quick roads to slip from the corner
When inhibitors approach us we slipped like slick foxes
Move through fractures and cracks in boxes
Long since accustomed to loopholes and cautions
Use our deliverance to carry us in hyperspeed
Break through space in a life-saving driver’s seat
Jump through the gate, time waits for us as we fly straight evade dust
Engage thrust…
…Breaks hushed, lever snapped forward, commitment to the contingent
Declaration of decimation imminent, a finishing of everything that’s tessellated
Re-ventilate it with a breath that sets blazes, jamming a wrench in machine ready to break
Layer of ice we zoom through, left in our wake as our comet moves straight
Ready to break a stone down to sand and vacate
The point of no return has become a point so small, out of the window I cannot see it at all --
First time feeling strength in a while is when our tensile grip stabilized our fall and survived a trial
The wave that began to surge has raised charge and will break your barge to dirt
This disclosure directed to the directors, shepherds, and the sceptered: ready your weapons…
…And to the rest of em, don’t fall for any preconception
Living transgression doesn’t half step or threaten, but don’t misconcept it
We are prevention, not projection
We will only insurrect not protect
We become exceptions, not give lessons, that creates henchmen
Not a message of hope but a best bet at opportunity
Given as we draw forward, we encounter more ice, a type of freezing can’t ignore, but
When we movin’ we speed quicker than the claws of any heat-draining fixture as we skip stars…
Since our trip start…
Motivated by thick scars…
Pressed by thick bars…
Ain’t no problem just want to get ours...