Trust in Mutiny

Passively sure it’s all fucked
Future projections don’t include us
Any of your listeners that trust
Ingest something close to A reasoned rust
Dumb tongues undermine us
About Love they are undecided
But that it’s suppose to frighten us
Is all they’ve determined thus

You’re A broken saint
From divine high
You dictate praised lines
Designed refined tripe in lies that spend your time and keep you onsite
Yaaweh didn’t offer such insight?
If he’s home on his throne you should ask him tonight

So we’re here at the end
The story doesn’t involve you
But imagine you’re there
Schizophrenic daring of standing at the ending
Future projections don’t include us mending.

- Ryan