CHORUS:

This is the feeling of life,
A flash of lightning in apex of night,
The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright,

Verse 1:

What would you do if your soul mate walked away,
Found a man who loved her that wasn't afraid,
To swallow his pride and tell her everyday,
Follow her or stay, and wade,
In the black sludge of your lung with words full of hate,
Or move, through, that feeling of being empty,
Empathy doesn't support self pity,
But understanding the need for balance, sitting, waiting,
And finding change in the same self destructive ways,
Different ends of the spectrum that feel the same way,
Black and white photos that time turned gray,
Similar to the shades in the sky, where all secrets (my emotions) hide,
And where I often find a disguise,
Everything with a price was once free,
Never together there was no we,
Your back was the only thing I could see,
I love you but you couldn’t feel for me,
But I like this, you see it makes sense,
It may not change your opinion but I can bend this,
Rhyme to fit any time and and immerse my mind,
Into a coded line, that is apart of the fabric of a grand design,
That can describe my fine, point's, struggle,
Flex more (then) hustle, or fight against that hunger,
to keep my lineage from possibly falling under,

CHORUS:

This is the feeling of life,
A flash of lightning in apex of night,
The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright,

CHORUS:

This is the feeling of life,
A flash of lightning in apex of night,
The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright,

Verse 2:

Who embodies perfection if it has a complexion,
Comparing pain, is a vain route to attain,
Understanding of the weight and strain of a smaller man’s frame,
I wish I had someone to explain how easy it is to leave a life slain,
Blankets are for the living and body bags for those stuck in decay,
Not morally, mortally, it is dependent on who is safe,
But then again shame,
Is self-prescribed at-ti-tude,
Tattooed, into, the logic that defines,
My manhood by,
Similar standards to the blood flowing inside,
True blue, tooth used, to chew,
Fantasies into smaller pieces,
Because broken dreams are easier to swallow,
It is easier to stay afloat when hollow,
But boats were made to save,
Not take on water and follow,
Men to the bottom of a sea, your crutches,
bleed the ubiquity of judgement