Deadline - Accessory

Your thoughts are simple

You scream it out

Your expression is grim you

Don’t have to be loud

But one day is coming

You can’t just avoid

Your thoughts get assuming

Your fingers adroit

Muscles reaching the line of pain

Sending memories to holy brain

Your own deception appears as true

Paves the way for the absent clue

You build a weapon thing

That should free your mind

So what would grow two wings

On your own behind

Muscles reaching the line of pain

Sending memories to holy brain

Your own deception appears as true

Paves the way for the absent clue

In the margin of madness

You don’t realize

That things are blessed

Which you criticize

That the world is colorful

Which you see in grey

And the men aren’t cruel

That you see everyday

Muscles reaching the line of pain

Sending memories to holy brain

Your own deception appears as true

Paves the way for the absent clue