Capture Karma from Nil by Ceiling Demons

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

You’re like a paradox,
torn up but boxed within the psychology of thoughts.
Escaping yourself because this is a war.
This is a battle, they beat you.
You turn to the bottle or another withdrawal
to numb any sorrow that seeps from your shadows.
Mistakes mutate into a violent rage leaving you enslaved
from the trust you crave.
Something is out of place,
it’s a heavy weight when you can’t think straight
and it’s there everyday, so you have to make a change.
Let go of past patterns.
The cause and the reaction was flagging and you are lagging.
Face the dragon and race the wagon
A new road is about to open.
Wear the rings of Saturn
before it returns to teach you a lesson
Live past twenty seven.
Don’t become another victim.
Bloom in the dreams that you envision.

Fear for the rest of us,
Love like a pessimist,
Look for the messages,
Feeling repressed in this

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

My skin is cracking,
My face is aging,
My manner is changing,
And my eyes are Fading,
I gave appreciation,
I gave it my all,
Without complaining - Take it.

Hesitate in a moment, to contemplate in a thought.
Make a sound before you talk, then see the door.
Walk for the hell of it. Work for the rest of it.
These words are irrelevant but stay the same.
This portrait needs a new lick of paint.
Benefit from a beat in vain.
Well I'll take the blame.
Blood cells, ball and chain.

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

Fear for the rest of us,
Love like a pessimist,
Look for the messages,
Feeling repressed in this

Meaningless sentiments, caused by your resonance, just like Americans, lead by a president.
Lost in a monetary, dead in a cemetery.
Now do you really see?
Which grave would you like to be?

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

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