its not about seeing whats inside 

when it's locked with white lies 

it's about giving up your ground 

to a fall giving a blink of a rise 

 

to no highs and downs 

to straight lines 

to watching skies being found 

to question generations aligned 

 

countless walks 

wont lead you to new lands 

sometimes you need to stalk 

rivers with no ends 

 

even omnipotent gods 

cant survive ravages of time 

deserting guenine cause 

for lies made to seem begnine