Bluntness (Studio)

There’s no heart in no faint solution
There’s no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away
Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition
(the odds and evens of a present pain)
Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant
It’s this step down I built…
Ruled in selfrules
It’s your lifetime’s point
The stage in a blissful pain
Just a stage…
Recall your cyphred bluntness
For which you were meant to please
Dragged out by a miliard thoughts
It took your time to turn to me
All in all, all’s to be lost
To travel down within the coil
Frailty, misconception
A lost strifle in a season’s end
It took your time to turn to me…