Rasp of Reason

Another cold summer morn on a mountain torn apart by greed and corporate seed
Nothing you could need will ever sever boredoms grasp

Wisk you off to better weather
Keep your sweater on in case
The sun deceives your sense of whether
Heat will warm you bare skin sleeves

Nothing gells inside this cell
Locked by weekend worry

Flashlight lyrics, merits more
Than a single line of lying could ever bore
Quench addictions, free the mind
Let the soul and body at last unwind
Unleash the horrors, bask in lore
Keep the inner gears grinding, pedal to the floor

Take the path presented, to long with wrath resented
Lulled lambast lamented, stagant hearts have hinted at the worst ways and means
To realize, not compromise, your wildest hopes and dreams

Sympathize, than strain your eyes
To see the world the way the rest detests and then denies.