Who have consistently been wrong
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity
Let's write the book tomorrow
Like minutiae at its finest now is gone
And all that that lies before me like the asphalt
For I caught a glimpse
My illumination has begun
I am happily indifferent to the ones
That you pronounce in me
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity
I am happily indifferent to the ones
That you pronounce in me
And all that once confined us
And all that once confined us
Who have consistently been wrong
Oh, sweet sorrow
Like minutiae at its finest now is gone
Been obsessed with it ever since
Won, you have won
