Document In-Vision

Ignore the fashion
With a strapped gurney, to your back
Maybe I was raised selfish
Believing absence should equal anything
When water falls to floor
When you finally care less then before
You know it is not okay
Tiredly shifting, through every absent day

I am a reflex
I am an instant show
To forget what I’m for
As if anything could

Trapped in communion
The taste of effort closes, in on my skull
Information in lightning
Much less exciting show of motivation
I soak up the reason
And squeeze my throat to ring out the essence
You know it is not okay
Wallowing in wishes, to live this way

I am a reflex
I am an instant show
Forget what I am for
As if anything, could mean it more
I am a reflex
I am and instantly show
Loss for my inheritance
As if anything could

War wrapped in your skull
Brewing inside your eyes
I’ll wring your throat
To sing your song of meaning
And if you are regret

I am reflex
I am an instant show
I forget what I am for
As if anything could
I am a reflex
I am an instant show
If I forget
I’ll never know