where is the needle
a hay stack in pin
sometimes that’s where i fit in
a blast from a past
awake in the task
dismiss this style by which you passed
so break this, take this search for truth
and celebrate this word you
and break this seed of sacred breadth
to simplify it all instead
broke a good mold
the old failed the test
now lost it all to gain fast
takers of bids
that lead to sins
forever break from this path
so tales will be told but the truth is sold
like seeds guaranteed to grow fast
while others break from sacred breath
to simplify it all instead
oh we were souls to ourself
then we rose above the shell
flying high, by ourself
‘til we need somebody else