Am I an Epigram of Life?
Divine Styler
[Verse]
Am I an epigram for life?
The thought of emptiness
Come up with the distorted mess
I'm a sleeper, I'm a sleepwalker
Do you think that if I let you go
Hahaha, that you can cross those sticks?
And if you do I think you should
That's culture
Because service would be waiting
And this glass eye wouldn't be taken
Ambrosia made Orpheus sent I
So what do you wanna do
It's a matter of fact—insane (Because)
Don't try to juggle truth when you touch it
Because it'll kick you when you're—
Am I being satirical again
The feel of the definition
It's just that, you know
Today is very dark in age and the war ain't physical
It's a mental and spiritual thing, kind of varied
Epitomizing touch
