My hesitancy it cripples me from seeing the scenery not like John Lennon, let it be set me free from this scenery gaia filled with demonic presences that only scream ontop of ensconced worlds and places that lead me indecision in these miniscule races my revision will intrinsically lead me to division but I did cause the incision this is my only mission To release from beasts that dominate these streets dangling shiny materialism on its own motif the sad thing is it defeats these low frequency people that only want release but release from the skies not coveting jealous eyes wanting power that divides using money from your own righteous lies Drilling for the oil but the universe recoils it doesn't seem to respect my toils