Twice the fire
Double the traction
Distanced the mire
Enhanced distraction

Built on illusion
In a split second
Every word a stone
For the weakening

In your golden prison
In your broken vision

Was it murder?
Then who did you help?
Was it kindness?
Then who did you kill?

Everyone knows, believe me
Everything shows, deceive me
That signal in your eye
Not living, not trying to die

In your golden prison
Head on collision
In your pattern arisen

Life has taught me to think. But thinking hasn't taught me to live.