ApostleOne - Pretenders in the Glass

Google demon eyes under broken skies
Anything you need, anything to survive
The windows of the future and the apples from the past
In the garden, in the mirror and your image in the glass

Facebook foes and MySpace hos
And a whole lotta looking at a lotta lost souls
No wonder now tomorrow's not forever or the end
It's just another space in time where you can sit there and pretend

Text me another picture
Of a portrait of a mirror
And I'll photograph a face
Of a fallen angel from my phone

A pencil without an eraser
Life disappears like a vapor
But it might not be the end
Of another space in time where you can still pretend

Misdemeanor cases, jailhouse faces
God's lost souls, dark spiritual places
One clock races on an hour hand basis
While the minute hand paces and the second hand chases

In the 8-4-3, nah inside me
Outside myself, locked up on Leeds
I escape this place, climb inside my mind
And I convey my thoughts in a Charleston County rhyme

Yeah, fugitive son of a fatherless whore
This blood is like water in the wine we poor
A Mexican whistles Salvadorian songs
And the sound is like thistles in the thorns of my wrongs

The ceiling is silent as the floor gets swept
The sweet loss of summer's gone so we all wept
Whispers of freedom, we're like flies in a jar
The history of seasons of who we are

The world, the beast, my strength within
And the process of this progress will protect me
And reprogram my heart

Text me another picture
Of a portrait of a mirror
And I'll photograph a face
Of a fallen angel from my phone

A pencil without an eraser
Life disappears like a vapor
But it might not be the end
Of another space in time where you can still pretend

Written by:
Andrew Whiteley

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