an excerpt of some lyric Bizy's workin on...*

In a day where nothing is as it's seen,
Nothing is believed, nothing as it seems
Mind of the machine, Wayside regime/
I find the lure, for failure/
I see the battle raging
I read the promise of the page
The temptation of failure fights
victory's garauntees
I find the cure, I find the cure/

Like puppets on a string
Like actors on a stage
Just keep singing along
While the record plays/
Keep your smile in its box
Til the director says/ go
Keep your dreams locked up
Cuz a few said no/
Is the life you wanna have, down here,
Or does depression have you bound, down here?

I have the cure,
For failure...