SYRE

[Spoken Word: Stanza 1]

Syre

(We could have been never endless)

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 lied 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)