Blackout - Arms

Deepest bowls of intuition

Omniscient piece of shit

Run, run, run, run

Ghosts of former spells haunt my mind

And the collective spirits hollowed out

Spell it backwards

And bring the whole civilization back through

Back through time

Doors are closed

And I’m back

Ward off while ducking out

So crawl to me

Seek lifelong reimbursement from fate

Truth speaks louder than minds

Faux enlightenment

Chewing out lies to blur the lines

Blur the lines