"Samya" lyrics

(Verse 1)
It's been awhile since I've seen you; your arrival is welcomed
'Cause my fire inside is weak and it's survival is seldom
You rekindle the flame on which my soul is dependent
Intent? Written in code as an Olmec inscription
I'm glimpsin' upon your face seein' the crescent reflections
A radiant angelic complexion; you're a relic from heaven
You're deadening my irrelevant influence
But "hip" to it, like 80-year-old pelvic corrections
Ha, get it? I'm as cheesy as macaroni
Your twinkling peepers beaming and gleaming like abalones
I'm grieving from these bereavements; this means I'm in need of peace
So I plead to you keep this ring and perceive it as matrimony
You actin' phony? Non-existent occurrence
For you are my complementary person, not considered
a burden, I'm certain you are fit for a king
So I'll be gettin' the ring like Popavich and the Spurs did, you're perfect

(Hook)
Every time I close my eyes, she appears
The second I reopen wide, she's not near
We're inseparable when I am separated from reality
A state of immortality
But, where are you in all my times of distress?
The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death
Or tries to stifle my breath?
You got me scribblin' scripts of similes
You're more or less a simple mental image men conceive

(Verse 2)
Never before have I witnessed a vision with such glamor
Who's touch shatters the windows of internal caverns
I run faster, attemptin' to slip from her tough grasp her
Corrupt manner that cripples oblivious young stature
I lunge past her, but I can't seem to let go
A stiff, deceptive hold on me
I wish to disconnect her schizophrenic prolonged pleas
Control all scenes, and misdirect her so-called schemes
Cause she's a fake, fictitious, fickle, fiction, figment, facade
Fit to fiddle with your feelin's, fit to fidget with a fizzlin' fire
Please regenerate the sentiments still in me
I'm dwindling, perpetuating pessimist tendencies
And dismally, I meditate; repetitive monologue
Jot a song of yesterday's directionless walk-a-longs
My thoughts are off and on; my heart's a bottomless void
Guess you're symbolic of my longing for joy.. and it's like, and it's like

(Hook)
Every time I close my eyes, she appears
The second I reopen wide, she's not near
We're inseparable when I am separated from reality
A state of immortality but,
Where are you in all my times of distress?
The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death or tries to stifle my breath?
You got me scribblin' scripts of similes
I yearn to see your face, but you exist within a dream