Lyrics

Callus is the phallus of invention
Perfection is a gallery convention
Pride has caught a soul into retention
A mask to hide my solo retrospection

Send a shout out, tip my hat to
All the poets with the words who helped me get through
Without connection, my retrospection
Will first solidify my own reflection

So let me fly high with a vision
All the mountains at my stride to stop collision
A perfect reason, time of season
The sun makes ashes of environmental treason

Often lost on, only offer salvation
And gave out, nothing in return
Gave out, still the rising of reason must save us
From all of that again

Fear can suffocate you like a breeze
Take it by the hand and you?ll be on your knees
Frozen ?cause you?ve chosen not to run
Searching for the reason that it?s come undone

Often lost on, only offer salvation
And gave out, nothing in return
Gave out, still the rising of reason must save us
From all of that again
All of that again
All of that again
All of that again