Percipience - 1111 Lyrics

Past tense to pretense
The monologue was written by ten men
Ten Men
Your burning bush which first introduced the vision
Or thinking that you can shut the door after my foot is in

There's that hotel there if you're not teasing
Not teasing
I promise you that these tabs are well seasoned
I close my eyes and see a white canvas bleeding
But through the mass, I'll call your phone and hope that you're receiving

1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
Gold on my hands for one reason
What do you call the god
That you believe in?

1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
I'm bleeding out, what did I dial in?
1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
What part of this are you believing?

1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
I'm locked out of my room, where are my keys again?
1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
Are you receiving?

If I look up at the sky, it's diamonds
It's the portrayal of the mind's design, and kindness
This vending machine wasted my time, ate my dime
To my left are menaces of my kind

Now the clock reads 3:09 in the morning
Forethought to afterthought, there is no warning
The constellations watch my dry back, clouds forming
And the diamonds in the sky seem to fall, it's storming

1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
I'm down an alley, there's this sound that makes my ears ring
I'd lose myself if it weren't me
Where are my damn keys?

1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
I'm in a panic, my lungs have stopped breathing
1 1 1 1, are you receiving

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