Guilt

Val a song, a note, a beat it has the rhythm of my heart i am alive. a rule, a concoction, a have to having the vibe of colors dull i am dead. a dance and a rule made together they both step on each other's toe oh what a sight it is! and i hasten towards the shadows for what one believed to be absolute, the other said it was art. no, they do not agree, the partners that try to move about, this song sounds like iron on siren the spell is broken already for the noise that comes about, even lazarus rises up and not from redemption.