Jumbled resize crumbles peelings of dreams at the gate   Forced out, I'm begging strangers to let me starve on   the sound of my love   The gulls fake their cries; false remissions from   feeling decay   Drawn out, we're betting death's speed won't carve its   mark in the scope of silence      it's not what we wanted but all that we needed to   stall at the line   pacing when spinning wolds collide       because I'm blind from absolution   i've fallen through the floor and see that the chase   is enough    cause as we step through those gates and run past the   guards    everything imaginable procreates at the speed of light      transfixed on enervating the vitality of inertia   I can count on the lights for beating steadily    the only chance is consistency       it's not what we thought but its coming in even though   we left the line   pacing as spinning worlds align    and when we step through the gates and run past the   guards   everything imaginable will unfold at the sight of life