All eyes on consequence
Not the cause
It's never the cause
It's that stupid consequence 
That can't be solved
And all that dark surrounding it
Does it come from somewhere known
You look, but you don't see
What lies ahead is a mere mistery
And with all it's stupidity
It's static and all that's ahead
It's not the path
It's the trap
It's that everyday mantra you hide in your pockets
Ironic
All of it's so ironic
Because a simple touch of love resolves it all
You don't need your eyes
You don't need your wit
It's a mask
An illusion that drives away
Away from freedom's horizon
All you need is touch
Not a hit
Mere breath and a smiling face
And then even the darkest hour
Wouldn't be so cold
There is always something next
We just don't see it
We just need to be naked
And give our bare chest to love's steady hand