On Some Driven Ship,
The Morning commuter ride
Everything is orange and bright,
In reflection you can see
Your standing paralyzed
Your suspended disbelief, has lied
Your invisible now,
And I know that it's hard
To get used to,
Cause your the last secret agent reporting back,
But your reporting back to nothing,
Your invisible now and I know that its hard,
To get used to
The Panoramic scene,
The Landscapes grand design
The Moment overtakes your life
The Silver Morning Sun,
The Worst is magnefied, It makes you see the use of Christ