If you see my ears bleed Been worked by disease Once pristine clean now dirty That pristine dream is now burning It's all the same now that the times is turning I'm thinking about rhymes as release From the heat that the rhymes release We used to burn the witches Now we turn the switches Throw the blamed at the beast Disinfect the cut and sow the stitches So we show that we don't know Used to crucify the scouts that came to rout new ways In those blood tarnished days Wore hoods on our head And a chip on our shoulder A chip off the old boulder Then there's things that growest so fast Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass And hope it only lasts till the last of our days These are our ways These are our ways The overall scene must be seen from within and without Only then can the stout win Only then can the shout be heard And the words related not graded That's why I'm so Phased out, correlated Signs of the times Rhymes of blind fury Of hate doubt related Fines for lack of beauty In the eyes of the beholder Lies life in file folder Stored as a shine Both withered and divine The snake arrives to bestow Permeates, dualistic world it flows But the trees still grow Known to be found at ease Known to be profound at ease Then there's things that growest so fast Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways Fast we decide that the past was o.k. Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways We blink and these things come to pass We should live upon grass And cope with this task till the last of our days Then there's things that growest so fast Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass And hope it only lasts till the last of our days These are our ways Gone around to come around Known to be bound to these seas abound I float underwater scrutinize the sound Dig underground till I've come around And found the rise that I hadn't yet found Known to be found at ease Known to be profound at ease Known to be found at these seas In renounce of disease But the trees still grow Even if I know that the flow no longer goes I'll still wonder who was stronger though Because I wander in respect of both But I expect what I know to show Then there's things that growest so fast Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways Fast we decide that the past was o.k. Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways We blink and these things come to pass We should live upon grass And cope with this task till the last of our days