The Prison Of Knowledge

Written by: Richard Bates

Already starving, might as well be an artist
a defaulted choice brought by resisting my hardest
Is this movement I want my take-off or my landing?
Will it bring me passed the God of my own misunderstanding?

If I don't know what I choose, then who is to blame?
my intuition or my paranioa? They look exactly the same
that said, is it a perpertrator or an angel that determines my blessings?
its the answers I get that keep me constantly guessing

Science sees the stars but it can't reach them
but truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem
til fact evolves beyond time's limits, so I can grow
passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow

think to create is my conviction, doesn't mean I'm right
especially when your dark is my light
but I feel it when I say it, so I think I believe it
doesn't make it true and often leaves me to grieve shit

I don't have all the things you want in your life
so don't come to me when my definitions cause you strife 
awe expounds the glory that releases us beyond all questions
hid behind the worship of facts manifesting the law of transgressions

cause facts confine, they adapt, they develop, they reshape,
they grab hold, they attack, they penetrate, they escape
what is everlasting and infinite rests on another plain
not based in matter or sums or left to attain

Science sees the stars but it can't reach them
and truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem
til fact evolves beyond time's limits so we can grow 
passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow

truth is the lie
spirit sings standing by
don't ask why

actually just don't ask
and let go
let go of all you know
and you'll grow

you'll grow passed invention
passed all tention

Science sees the stars but it can't reach them
and truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem
till fact evolves beyond time's limits, so we grow
passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow