Losing what's left of my high, falling from the highland

Set sail on a river haze looking for that why

Hoping today is the day that I'll arrive at the sky dance

Looking for a heart that i need to hide with sand

One that is tied down with bands beaten with hands

Like my cock being torn off, like some porn soft

Running with my verbal guns like lora croft

Abstaining from the dark in the arc beneath the sun,

Living in a sea of uncertainty, fictionally lavished

Here falling to the ground wings clipped

Morals whipped, torn asunder, crashing to the ground like thunder

Keeping myself tethered to silence, tethered to migrants

Staying with the wind feeling the coming of the end

Lonely trying to gain, giving out  pain

Falling all around in the cold watching the rain

Beaten Black and Blue ,Waiting for the sword to clive me in two

Woe to he who has lost his high, to he who evades death to stay alive

Watching time hoping for more to bide

Taking life for a ride , gain more of a drive

Lost within my mind , no perceptions of the time.

Fallen to the ground, no way to ascend, for my actions offend

The laws are bent, Curved, Corrupt,

Goodbye to the High That I Had,

With A Smile I Climb The Iron Clad .