As Above. Ain't The Same. As Below

It is said
We're all going for a ride
Where denial dies
Screaming
As we board
With a return ticket
On the Midnight Express
To the field of History's
Circles  Cycles
One's future
Layed out bare
Staked to the ground
By your own Hand
As you scream
Stop the World
I wonna get off
Not understanding
All the stops
The outcome
Will Be The Same
Unless
You find a stop
That stops

Underground

While the Clowns with Teeth
Wearing suits
Pay the pied piper's
TO weave their tunes
To match the field
That you produce
You See
That's how they Feed
It"s the fields version
Of the walking dead
Sniffing around
For Your

Life Force