[Spoken Word: Stanza 1]
Syre
(We could have been never endless)
A beautiful confusion
(I love you)
The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
(Where you goin'?)
Never quite sure about his placement
Or where he's been in this pink world
Or why nothing ever made sense
He knew that he had loved and had been loved
But had no chronological order to place it
(So confusing)
All he knew was that he woke up every day
Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories
That he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
(She's so beautiful)
So every day he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
In order to understand his future
(I can't remember all this)
She loves him but she eventually kills him
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Now listen, Syre was a mischief with a vision
But his most poetic trait was his wisdom
(Where you goin'?)
His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
And the only kids that could live in this bliss
Were the outcasts, the MSFTS
(Why did you leave?)
Those were his companions
Even though they could never understand his struggles
Through these harsh lands
He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums
Syre
(We could have been never endless)
A beautiful confusion
(I love you)
The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
(Where you goin'?)
Never quite sure about his placement
Or where he's been in this pink world
Or why nothing ever made sense
He knew that he had loved and had been loved
But had no chronological order to place it
(So confusing)
All he knew was that he woke up every day
Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories
That he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
(She's so beautiful)
So every day he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
In order to understand his future
(I can't remember all this)
She loves him but she eventually kills him
(Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Now listen, Syre was a mischief with a vision
But his most poetic trait was his wisdom
(Where you goin'?)
His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
And the only kids that could live in this bliss
Were the outcasts, the MSFTS
(Why did you leave?)
Those were his companions
Even though they could never understand his struggles
Through these harsh lands
He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums
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