Detached

By Illbert

On Eden

Released on October 9, 2020

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[Verse]

It was less than a perfect match

The photo to the negative

Since I’ve confessed I’ve been turning back

The clocks searching through my memories knowing I could never give

The beneficial doubt to myself

Worried I’ve been hiding what I am about from myself

What’s it mean to go to heaven just to have a cloud to yourself

And they say the proud go to hell, while I’m meaning well

There could be compelling evidence

No telling how wrong I might have been ever since

I’ve been selling out thinking my opinions are indicative

While your criticism still exists, through the thickest mist

I’ve been picking ignorance my vision isn’t twenty-twenty

So there’s plenty reason to believe

I haven’t spent enough energy seizing all the means

Of producing empathy, I’m confused to say the least

Please excuse me I’m not used to being seen by other human beings


[Chorus]

Tell me what you see

I need a new tether to reality

Because whether I’ve been Alicing in Wonderland

I need to understand the fallacies that martyrdom demands

Once you start to come to terms with departure from the land of the free

You can earn a reputation that’s consistent with the mirror

Even if they’re just imagination I’m insisting

That we listen clearer till the whispers disappear


[Verse]

If I’ve lived a dozen lives then in the first eleven

I was unapprised of the hundred miles separating earth and heaven

Of all the days between my birth and death enough unwisely

Spent on idolizing biased versions of events

First impressions can be permanent certain etiquette determines many worries

That I’m burdened with, you’re the judge, jury, and

Executioner, searching the minutiae for

A clue referring you to the conclusion lurking in my head

What’s more real, the version that I perceive

Or the person you’ve been documenting on arrival

Laving all the chance behind to honor my aversion to deceit

It’s been tantalizing to imagine, ponder, and believe

That I’m actually the me that I ought to be, tell myself I gotta be

Operating in my own autonomy is obsolete

Nominating me to be deleted

So I’m offering an opportunity to intervene

It’s pretty simple all I need to do is be a little nimbler

Following the truth, no more living in the singular

So many things to learn, see the tinder burning

If I want to fight a fire better search for little warnings