4th dimensional travel. I move through time and space.
There is no spec of history that cannot be erased.
It's quite a sight. If only you could see.
Though I must admit that it means nothing to me.
A world with creatures that mold just like silly putty.
Fools set all the rules and everyone is nutty.
But here's the thing, they'll flat deny it all.
Their capability to believe led to their downfall.
Through the motions and the things that you say.
The meaning slips away at once.
Don't remind me it's here that we stay.
Forevermore a charming, loathsome bunch.
Who base their lives on some old fashioned hunch, and wait for some day to come.
When you need it in the worst kind of way, what price will you pay?
Staring right at you. I see your design.
You needed structure so we invented time.
Let's throw a party. We are high on life!
That thought is laughable. Your innocence was ripe.
Yes, you are victims, but this is not a crime.
To put it lightly, you were past your prime.
Not merely words, this is one man's confession.
Now go make your concessions, and languish in obsession.
It is said and done. No different than before.
And I wanted to change. To hope for something more.
But I can't, and you won't catch me reaching out.
I only pray for this to end.
Does not perform to design.
from Eclectic Whoa,
released November 1, 2016
Recorded in summer 2014 at ClapiSound studio