He just couldn’t stand the “American Dream”
Presence left, his soul never leaves
When I lost my father my vision turned blurry
Flavoring my life even though I lost the strife
I still worry that I can’t hold the knife
Even though God tells me not to withhold it
Wrath of emotions symbolize despondent
How could anyone compare Immune to the heartache
Limbs of despair roaring through the thick air
The air revolve around the painful calamity
Dysphoria chemistry within a distant memory
Wishing human nature could stick to the roots of imagery
A tree of life. A tree of symbolism. A tree of purity.