Prescient from Gaols by ibid.

Prescient
We were
And willful
We were
And nothing was even trying to make us give out

So timeless
We stayed
And outwards
We gave
Our money wasn't anything but paper and coin

Then trying
We shook
And running
We looked
LIke vibrating drops of pure aggregate soul

Prescient
I was
And faithless
I was
Till believing in this was like a fight with the Rapture

So guilty
I sought
And filtered
I thought
As the words dribbled out the hole I call a mouth

But altered
We felt
And smarter
We knelt
Together with the ones who always made us see best

Pressured
We were
But willing
We were
So now to the drumbeat we'll get ourselves out

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