Scars in the Landscape - Himsa

Long live the eerie strange of lie soaked beauty

Synthetic impression fills the gash of imposing danger

Satire feeds the flame to awake hostility

Full blown premonition gun down to solid ground

Free will can starve prestige

Disassemble mental structure and drops the weight to hide prosperity

And when the lights go out

We’re stripped down reckless

And when the lights go out

We’re stripped down to nothing

Say it isn’t so easy

Caved in controversy withstands the test of time

Enlists salvation’s anthem — pinpoints the enemy

Open fire penetration drags the scene of substance

Relieves coded acceptance to yield any temptation

The call of strangers in self deception

Makes attraction so much harder to swallow

Repairs a bitter bleeding conscience

Crown the tender keepsake that fathoms

The beating of prediction sells the heat

To fill the air with accident

Limits persuasion

Long lost but not forgotten

Manipulation’s sudden crush

Sugar coats the compliment

And those scars in the landscape

They’re all dressed to kill

An infamous victim of shocking truth

Crafts the skill of never saying you’re sorry

For what I’ve done