Confuzzelation c. 2002, Zargo The Fierce Sitting floating lying buried Deep within the atmosphere. Tilting to an awkward meaning Of confusion is quite clear. Restless stagnancies of virtue's Evil face clearly unseen. Anguished peace of mind surrounding Everything that's never been. Lazy drifting's break neck speed plays Upon shifting fields of sand. Screaming voice that pays no due for Natives to this foreign land. Passion filled with empty feeling Dependant on the freedom's fate. Laughter throughout sighs in sorrow Knowing yesterday too late. |
