in my own

we live in the sea of hallow hearts where fush swallow sharks we cant tell wherethe deep ends and the shallow starts the light has the shadows marked the dark has the light pinned the blinds the only one that knows where sights been the wrongs got all the right men guess its time to write hymns sandstorms the only clear skies platforms the only career prize thats a clear price the days where the night lies the grounds where the kite flies inside out and upside down outside in and silence a sound theres no silence around give violence the gown married to illusion like its a vow i stay in my peace because i remember the pieces where they let me drown just to stay dry put fake in plane site hit real low ro reach high now its in my bag that i get mine