In Bloom

as the turnstile grinds its gears to ensure nothing else comes in
to believe in something larger is to reflect what's here within
as the vin performs the thunderstorms impede the medium
repercussions of reciprocals of memorandums left behind
sisters of invention warm intentions hold the world in place
in a pantomime passing of time is only in the face
locked and loaded seems the road ends with some roads and nasty turns
as beginnings drift towards answers all depends how fast you learn
these words are meant for you they bring gifts and truths
they ask you everything about yourself
it's all up to you decide what to do
then bring the things you love in bloom
science hopes that math revokes the history of the world's geography
so all things could make more sense
business hopes religion chokes the life out of the religious folks
so that we all could safely consume and make them all dollars and cents
these words are meant for you they bring gifts and truths
they ask you everything about yourself
it's all up to you decide what to do
then bring the things you love in bloom
science hopes that math revokes the history of the world's geography
so all things could make more sense
business hopes religion chokes the life out of the religious folks
so that we all could safely consume and make them dollars and cents