Swish

My sanctimony makes me clear
And crowded with how I appear

Like project star gate I could try
To see you from the other side

When sound escapes divided
Letting it pass by
Through the eyes of Isis

If moral concept disappeared
How would we ever know of fear
Delusion of how we appear
Bury me I'll state my status here

Say project star gate didn't hide
I think our vision would intertwine

When sound escapes divided
Letting it pass by
Through the eyes of Isis
It's what you have decided
Soul returns it's height
Just like they described it

Say psychic vision went for miles
And in return
I see myself, without slow burn