Audio Weapon
Symptom of Force
Tangled threads of steel, woven to a shield
Sitting all alone with haste, shedding all it's waste
Pulling home the nail, how knowing not to fail
Spreading roots of home, alive but not alone
Searching out it's own, travels not have shown
On it's face after the chase, not giving up the throne
Constant change, is still the same
Stays on course, as a symptom of force
Borders the mind, fenced in the crime
Not knowingly take whats at stake
Leaving what's left behind
Tore at the movement of another plane in time
The orders that crossed the fields of textures, truth, and loss
LYRICS AND MUSIC BY AUDIO WEAPON
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