The Grand Skeptic -

Lucidly, they’re walking amongst the satellites

As feet converge with stone;

each step they feel alone

Divergent ceilings falling?

Encapsulating lights?

Once the birds have flown, deficits will elope

A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade

A man can’t help but pray for substance

It’s a lossless art

Candid dreams are mocking the birds that wish to fly

This nest was built from loans, blood, sweat, tears and bones

Divergent ceilings falling?

Encapsulating lights?

Once the birds have flown, deficits will control what is left to take

Modernize our mistake

A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade

A man can’t help but pray for substance.

It’s a lossless art

I’m not the god they wanted

In fact, I’m not a god at all

The father you say brought life will answer to no one

What is left to take?

Modernize our mistake