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?

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

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?

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

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