Sycamore Dreams Within Reason
Within Reason
"And what was left"
Was her head programmed that was built beautifully seeing through the humanity
You can't despise her ways confused, concerned
I despised, I despised. The sun won't rise, fall, rise, fall
She feels no humanity
I despise I despised. The sun won't rise, fall, rise, fall
(Jay, Irving Rose)………
Lost to this game made by me not me to blame. My game is here
Walking through your garden, left me awake, watching my spirit again
Let me continue to punch it away, watch me continue laughing
I guess not, I guess not
I waste no mercy. You're waste, not with me
To see what's left with me
You molded a masterpiece of perfect perfection
(Josh, Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus)……
I guess not, I get stitched
In hate I woke, Hell I see in me
This time I snip the ribbon
But I'm lost to this game made by me, sometimes you look like you
Can disown me. Our romance will come to war, this loving end caught inside
This is what I expected
