Moon reflects the sun so the shards are a sharp mess
Now the other half gets illuminated through the darkness
So my sharpness seems to be stuck in its own twilight
The sun abandoned me yet I seem to obtain twice the light
Indirectly through reflection while I’m gasping I ice the light
Frozen, it seems right ‘cause now it won’t go rogue
However, it’s melting from the inside and I seem to have no hope
Clever, yet a disaster that rather slows down in time
But my mind is faster so I’m stuck doing time and now I mind
It doesn’t even matter ‘cause if it did I wouldn’t mind
But it doesn’t so I feel the urge to address the limelight behind
The façade that is set to be viewed in a timeless hindsight
So in my mind it’s viewed as a sightless kind side of violence
The line between a genius and a psychopath is a string on a violin
So via my eye lens I expand my view on top of Babylon
The tower reaching for heaven; the top, is that what I am on?
I am hung, but no strings attached so it’s getting colder
The higher I get the darker it seems and I get no solar
So when the dawn breaks this portrait breaks and it’s all over