Our heart exists within a bottle of black ink
Our heart exists within a bottle of black ink Whence every tale is plastered and dreamed Whence every colored paint is distilled But it just pumps Forcing every cell to move, to live
It has a function, a start, an end, a wrong and a correct way Is it “me” inside? Or I was just made? Does it truly feel? Is my brain not the fake? Yearn and excite, loss and drive, vague and defined
Our heart is the one who gives only pure life High bump, low bump Its given command has no agency over my mind Forward fast, forward calm I could be screaming for absolute end Yet its percussive song will be a negation, it will not relent
Pray for it, sing for it, think, cry, laugh Or ignore it, fill yourself with thoughts made in contempt It does not matter Only tempo will change, a performance without intent Because it cares not
Hold every virtue Say every lie Commit every crime It will not reward you It cannot forgive you Because it cares not
Love whoever you care for Feel whatever you care for Care for what you are, you were, you will be Because life does not
Our heart exists within a bottle of black ink From where every story is stuck and imagined From where every colorful paint is made But it just beats Making every cell move, to live
It has a purpose, a beginning, an end, a wrong and a right way Is it 'me' inside? Or was I just created? Does it really feel? Is my brain not the illusion? Desire and thrill, loss and motivation, unclear and clear
Our heart is what gives only true life High beat, low beat Its commands have no control over my mind Quick forward, calm forward I could be shouting for total end Yet its rhythmic song will be a denial, it will not stop
Pray for it, sing for it, think, cry, laugh Or ignore it, fill yourself with thoughts of disdain It does not matter Only rhythm will change, a show without purpose Because it does not care
Hold every good quality Tell every falsehood Commit every wrongdoing It will not reward you It cannot forgive you Because it does not care
Love whoever you care about Feel whatever you care about Care for who you are, who you were, who you will be Because life does not