Concealment is the final push towards a cannibalistic meal
I mean treatment for camouflage is treatment unreal
popping pills ain't thrills, I'm mind blown, it's all already too surreal
trapped in someone else's film night, please 'o please, change the reel
horror the drama of the infight to forever be one of the un-kneeled
watching you spin for fortune, I'm off reading the prayer wheel
limited shows to a timeless regurgitated ideal
I remain open fearing being forever concealed.
knowing the unseen is often, the only thing that stays real.