Colors masquerade to pivot the clocks
Statues drop through an epidemic
Well aware of the fault burning through the sun
Visions on their minds
Step across madness like discarded emotion
Skin shedding newspaper print like future traces
Shift and collapse to witness imagination
painted across windshields crushed with desire
Like a book pressing on your imagination
Writing against a hope fascinating a million crowds
break my back to kickstart emotions fueling this crowd
Secrets belong across a billion billboards across the sky
Shaking words in your eyes to dissolve every ounce of doubt half-traced from the timeline