No interest the cue digest the newer best
Test don't confess progress the dire intellect
No simpleness achieved, oneless grimoire selfishness
calling on whatever too much attentiveness
spaced out headed towards elective illusions
base calling you your gone but telling them that it's
the product of need, this manifest feeling
of revelations made unto you your existence revealing
night time, more thoughts grind time
time to push out the filler and sit with your own mind
day mirrors nightmares consuming energy
fight fears till you're clear on what is what within