Conditioned
Like demons cast out of souls we are scattered into
the night left with are own misfortune
No longer can we behold
The fortitude of existence mystifies indefinitely
Seeking solitude in body when the truth is spirit
Captured by the physical
The mind justifies this terrain
Higher planes obstructed by a new day
We plan to increase constriction
Narrowing our thought
Pure magic is from where we came
Chaos circle rides to take us back
We create war when our conditioning needs to be attacked
