L.A. Salami - THE FULL FORM Lyrics

I was 22 just to the day
When the chirping birds of verse first heard me play
But an image wrapped around music that is fire bound
Falls down, broken, on the best day
But how can you lose patience with sober dreams,
When stripped of faith all that's left is a dull machine?
If god is not in play, who's the hell to blame
When my only darling runs away?
There could be nothing else to do besides
Put a mark on what's wasted
And put it down to do or die
But whispers never fly
when you're chained to the gravel
the Lady aims to gratify
She is only burdened by
The universal eye

You've been chained to denouement since a newborn
The great game to carve yourself a full form -
The hot springs of summer can be lukewarm -
But there can't be darkness with no new dawn.

You've been chained to degression since you've been formed
The great game to carve yourself a full form
As time crawls from concept right to your door
A fool's life can clammer to define more.

You've been pained with the task of being informed
The great game to carve yourself a full form.

You've been chained to denouement since a newborn
The great game to carve yourself a full form.

If it's not gracious to appease to taste the chaste
From a sneezing space I'm maced
Sour from the side, like a shot of Yeezy's face
I'm blinded shallow minded
A delicate fine if you can keep the pace
I'll take the snare if you obstruct the bass:
I could say I don't care
but what good's the prey if you don't like the chase
I'm laced up ready to talk fate with my Tinder dates.
So what's the case? An existentialist surfing time and space
Broken hearted with more Will than Jada Pinket's place.
I'm jotting you dodging I'm spotting all clone Hopsins
Pale eyes elevated by lies like Tom Watson.
So what'd the haste? With every moment made means the past erased
The apple sours while the future sits besides the snake.
Is this the race that our ancestors thought to hold in place?
A lame disgrace of a great idea that only lays in waste?

You've been chained to degression since you've been formed
The great game to carve yourself a full form
As time crawls from concept right to your door
A fool's life can clammer to define more.
(And the course can provide you favours in a less than divided way)

You've been pained with the task of being informed
The great game to carve yourself a full form.
(the course being how you choose to mark your path)
(the course being how you choose on the way down)

You've been chained to denouement since a newborn
The great game to carve yourself a full form.