Free from the Faction

You ain't got the guts to let the sun dry, Barking up the wrong tree tongue tied

This can make sense with your hands tied, Making dinner for a sinner breath take

Barking up the wrong tree tongue tied, Messy in the ending sunrise

Burdened with a dark conquest and, I don't think I need my left hand

Maybe you're away and too far, Guessing won't connect your dots are

Messing in the ending too soon, I cannot connect to see this life

It feels like I've been hacked and can't compute, I try to break away but it's no use

With every struggle I just tighten up the noose, This can't compute, what can I do

I just keep thinking and it never comes to completion, With every thought I just get caught in the same old reaction

A former twin found walking created the action, I'm free from the faction