Less Human, More Being

[Verse 1] Who's that shadowy figure that's on the horizon The sun is blinding as it falls beyond the line where the man is residing Day turns into night and water with rage of Poseidon Stirs behind his back just like the blood that is raging inside him Paints the canvas with the death and rebirth of an art That hardly anyone around him even realizes is dying Quiet as he walks across the plane and observes the turmoil But unlike what's inside of his head, he's staying silent Strategizing life as his eyes are watching the death That is inflicted upon leaves when the season changes to Autumn Factualizing theory the art of this never died Just the face of it got contrived and the heart has remained forgotten If there was selection, was chosen to bring it back to life By dedicating his to ensuring it's resurrected Stopping him is a myth, before the history's written I'll put that up on the table so nobody has a question [Verse 2] I question everything they ever told me And cherish anything that comes from nothing Do as much as I can without the hands of other men If they don't know your dreams than they can never tread upon them This is less human More being Less human More being