Scar Symmetry - Trapezoid

Research finding pathways in the seamless web

In black spaces between words a field unknown

Repeat endless mantras of the stored collective drown

A surface-world is what the senses show

But you cannot taste the essence of your soul

Sever all strings to the confined

Forget all that has been

Sever all strings to mortal life

Unveil and see through

With every thought you find a sequence has begun

And when you trust the senses,

Peace of mind will never come

Through false sensory perceptions of the flesh

You paint without colours on a canvas blank

Deceived by the history on which we do bestow

Based on the past we re-enact what's gone

And when all else fails your essence will go on

All that's been said and done is open to perceive

In any way desired

Now behold- conflict is gone

Whatever you find is never the truth

Unless it doesn't die as time goes by

Whatever you find you just have to wait

All things found will in time be gone

Now behold - conflict is gone