We Were Merely Snapping Fingers

The darker the juice, the sweeter the berry.
What's there to know in a world full of noise?

You can only be where destiny rides you.
Until we realize the connection we had with ourselves are lost.

To the dust of the soils,
New days will begin to outshine the previous days.

Tied to your mental health like a pill in your pocket,
Meanwhile favors keep going up the spherical world.
Who's going to take the blame now?

Cause the darker the berry,
The bitter it seems. And no one tells this gist.
Sad to please. You let it mint you.

We were rarely snapping our fingers to put the past behind us.
All the quest and pain from yesterday,
Gone, overflowing beneath our spine.

Walking alive on earth, make you a living story...