The connotations of your reflection and the things it means to you
You’re caught stumbling on every connection of your time and what you do
It’s the classification of just what you are
An idea you take too far
Ticking the boxes and setting the bar as your gut keeps screaming…
Come on and break the frame
You’ll feel better for it
Plan for everything
Pull on every string
It’s the specification of just what you are
An idea that’s so bizarre
Crushing the boxes and snapping the bar
It’s your guts true feeling
Buried deep in the stomach the resident monster heaving claw over claw up perishing tissue predatory eyes set on the mind laying stone on the causeway of fear whispering sweetly ‘It’s chaos it’s random collision’ harsh methods but maybe a dialogue not a fight maybe just insisting ‘Trust yourself’.
Written by: Daniel Walsh, Joseph Tilston, Robin Leitch, Sean Howe
