Mazes -

Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives

Decomposing from inside out but not too deep

You’ve lost your composure, now please recede

How does it feel to lack real perception?

How does it feel to lack real perception?

Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down

Provided we eat constant fodder;

our fears rid themselves

States

We built them to fall into place

It’s fallen so build and replace it

Then mourn the ones before with no remorse

With no remorse

Faster

They will decree kings who control us

While queens will aim to deceive them for a throne supplied by knives

How does it feel to lack real perception?

How does it feel to lack real perception?

Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down

Provided we eat constant fodder;

our fears rid themselves

States

We’ve built them to fall into place

It’s fallen so build and replace it

Then mourn the ones before with no remorse

With no remorse

Alas, the kings head has fallen

Alas, the queens painted delicate strokes of red

Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives

Decomposing from inside out

You’ve shown your teeth

Now lose your composure and please proceed