A Lure
Inflate to the weight of the world
And then [?] pull you back down
It's a lure and detour
Disregarded by few remaining
And a thread bare disguise

Disguise the thought after it makes its way under the poorly hatched roof of your memory
Retract the pray just as it hits its mark
Now the demons sleep with it's [?]

Inflate to the weight of the world
And then [?] pulls you back down
It's a lure and detour
Disregarded by few remaining

It's a lure and detour (x6)