no destination

there is no destination
just infinite encasements
nested obscurations
there is no refutation

we have no proof of being
can't see for the seeing
are slow to know solutions
or see through the corruption

attempt your confiscation
lift the haze invading
choose your side cascading
out of definition

we're playing with a time bomb
pulling at its wires
call me out as terrorist
or slave to my ambition

I'll tell you one more thing
you do not want to hear
the man that stands before you
is not the one you fear

and you yourself aren't solid
an apparition vanished
in and out of being
where all the money goes