SYRE

[Spoken Word: Stanza 1] Syre, a beautiful confusion (I love you...) The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him (Where you goin'?) Never quite sure about his placement Or where he's been in this pink world Or why nothing ever made sense He knew that he had loved and had been loved But had no chronological order to place it (So confusing...) All he knew was that he woke up every day Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories That he had tendencies to mistake for fiction (She's so beautiful...) So every day he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past In order to understand his future (I can't remember all this...) She loves him but she eventually kills him (Pow, pow, pow, pow...) Now listen, Syre was a mischief with a vision But his most poetic trait was his wisdom (Where you goin'?) His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in And the only kids that could live in this bliss Were the outcasts, the MSFTS (Why did you leave?) Those were his companions Even though they could never understand his struggles Through these harsh lands He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums [Spoken Word: Stanza 2] Syre—passion, pain and desire Just like my big bro What you didn't know is this young kid's been in limbo Since that gunshot wound on that hidden road Lost, broken, invisible But when that light gets low he's invincible (Time...) So much so, that he redefines inevitable, so it'll never go (Brace yourself...) It seems as though the sun wouldn't set at all Instead of setting slow She lies to him and said she'd never let him go (You're a liar...) And as the legend goes Syre lived forever on and never and forever alone (Syre...) Syre (We should never end this, I love you...) (A beautiful confusion, I'm Syre)