Relatable

tangible

in the air it still

laughs at the fables

covering our tables

I'm no Cain

and definitely no Abel

Cain must have been unavailable

for help when he ended the first of many

great shames with a great deed of fate

tethered to it like a sight of the Vidya

that designates what we are able

that hate comes with these fables

did ya feel his pain for the fame

do you taste that, it tastes like shame

all right let's move on to another day

give to us blessing it with a curse

first, we need to see his mist

covering your hand in bliss

twists around your fin

swimming with the friends again

but drifting into place once again

I say we must pay for her pain

less of what I say more of what I chase

more of a dance with faith

that will open my days to more than what pays

try to catch my tale

flying by the seat of your pants

hope you hold on to my hand

it's going to be a real trance

stuck behind the damn

holding back my hand so not to damn

hope we don't go through this again

think back to when we send

letters to Santa

hoping for something better than it

but saint anna says we are all damned

I think we can agree on that

but let us not forget the plan

it was taken from the fan

who thought he was the man

he's only a man with no grand hand

folding for a better trash can

don't let it get to your tan