I TAKE DELIGHT IN BEING OBLIVIOUS.
SOCIAL SUBTERFUGE, THESE BLOODSUCKING VILLAINS
I’M A WALKING AMBIGUITY, RUNNING FROM ALL BIAS AMIDST
I FIND COMFORT IN BEING ABSTEMIOUS BUT THEY ALWAYS COME WITH THE “TEA”
I’M IN MY HIDEAWAY
I KNOW IT CASTS AWAY THE LIGHT BUT TO DISREGARD THE CROWD, I MUST
TO REINFORCES THE VISIONARY LINKS, I WILL
IF YOU DISENTANGLE MY WORDS, IT’S NOT THE CROWD, IT’S THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD
NO LONGER WILL I TOLLERATE THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD, I’M DONE.
What’s beneath the icing that melts?
What’s beneath the house that crumbles?
Like fuel to the car,
Like wings on an angel
Indeed, it’s the bewitching configures of a female being,
blessed is her anchorage
Who’s hidden thoughts do you seek to descry?
There’s a genie in the bottle
There’s a woman ‘tween the shadows of her peers
forced into being of something she isn’t,
To dine with the devil
Devine wine please speak up
Revive or perish,
Lambaste in thorns
She’s loosing herself in his horns
Urges to be free but never makes it to an open gate
She tries to be like the rest but dogfights alienation vis a vis mates
She grasps that the world is flat and she a rolling stone.
Standing eye to eye but you refuse to see me
Is there no room for us both, Tell me?
Cause each time I get louder
you go silent.
Sworn to you countless times, my success could never deminish yours
I tried bringing back the spark, you know?
Thrill, Notion, Seductivity .. Innumerable efforts all futile
What a shame my physique comes with my mind
What a shame integrity is here to stay
Cause when I finally found my voice