DOLOS' PROMISE

What's a promise, if a lie Would you read between the lines? When you told me, "hold your fingers tight And wish upon the eye" Could you even tell me if I'm in the wrong lane, or hide? 'Cause acceptance's what I been on, but that piece of me's awry Dust to dust, ash to ash We all heard this story once Act for trust, words are cash Tricked my view to different hunts You can't tell me that you know this world if you weren't alive Your "experience" means shit, if your comparison's contrived I can't, bring to understand Why you want to live like this I can't see or undermine Temptation for useless bliss I can't reason one last time A roll of the dice till abyss I won't see the other side If that's how I will live You see me in a different light, I get it Not one of the three, three different lives, forget it So how can I make you understand The disconnect feels like contraband That lost and found, that I found my plans But I get it (No I don't) It don't mean nothing (Means the world) That you are with me (Here alone) This isolation (I'm at home) Nah, fuck your comfort (Please don't roam) I felt kinetic (Stay unknown) But it's potential (Leave a throne) Promise me I'll make the journey, or the seventeen years would really depart Promise me I write the page, then I can tell what's fiction and art Promise that I'll get closure Promise you'll tell us apart Not who I used to be, now promise me, I'll get a restart Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash? Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ashes, ashes, we all fall down What's a promise, if a lie Would you read between the lines? When you told me, "hold your fingers tight And wish upon the eye" Could you even tell me if I'm in the wrong lane, or hide? 'Cause acceptance's what I been on, but that piece of me's awry Dust to dust, ash to ash We all heard this story once Act for trust, words are cash Tricked my view to different hunts You can't tell me that you know this world if you weren't alive Your "experience" means shit, if your comparison's contrived (This isn't real) I'm the ace pulling back at the heart Pulling the strings, after all, still don't know what is art (This isn't real) Spray paint the street, down the line, maybe you'll find out the start (This isn't real) That checkered line, that you thought would lead you up on the chart (This isn't real) That line that tore us apart (This isn't real) Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up (This isn't real) Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight (This isn't real) Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path (This isn't real) Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash? (This isn't real) You brought a camcord every step of the way (This isn't real) And still mistook every step for some clay (This isn't real) How could you ever plant your feet if you're late (This isn't real) Mendacium, what's foolish wouldn't prevai- (This isn't real) But I would argue Veritas would give way (This isn't real) And I could forgive every moment of stay (This isn't real) But if I live, I wanna live and not pay (This isn't real) For a promise, was a trick, ever since it was grey (This isn't real) For the truth The truth is in the promise (One! Two! Three! Four!) Taboo hunter, kiln the clay or you won't feel your feet up Forgot a piece that left you standing at an angles view sight Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash? It's a live performance, rotting before your eyes A waste of the clock, and a waste of what's alive The ash wants reborn and dust seeks what survived But we leave it unspoken, 'cause he said "it is wise"