Untidaled

Untidaled - The Devil Wears Prada

Back for the fourth time around

And still meaning every word

Never more honest always too tired

Drowning in the pages I've planned

Provoke

Destroy

Provoke

Destroy

I could be the lost 'cause for I am dead poetry

In this reflection we are perfect disorder

Bring back balance bring restoration

I saw the waves again I felt the impact

I saw the waves again

I watched the current sway us

Bring back balance bring restoration

Go

Lost in the clouds and my heart is sleeping

Within the tide although my eyes are dying

Back for the fourth time around

And still meaning every word

Every word

Never more blatant always too thoughtful

If I could change things I'd change myself

Time to be joyful in no consistency

Faith can be our only regularity

Time to be joyful in no monotony

There are no final goodbyes this is our certainty

Bring back balance bring restoration

I saw the waves again

I felt the impact

I saw the waves again

I watched the current sway us

Bring back balance bring restoration

And just like that my life ceased to be

If I could change things

I'd change myself

Sunk to the bottom of a deaf

Lifeless world