Adam Blackwood - The Human Imagination

I've beaten a dead horse
This record is now an open book
And, of course
People want to take a longer look
And rip the pages out in mass
I'd raise a glass and have it pass by

I put my foot down
The secrets were kept for a reason
But I can see now
You only wanted to rip me apart
And go so far behind my back
The book right here is no longer intact

The hungry carnivores have arrived
To have a final celebration
Avoiding it will not do the job
Because I underestimatеd
The cruelties of thе human imagination

To cut to the chase
I put my feelings upon the page
I gave you a taste
But you rip my tongue right off my face
That's what I get when I confide
To grow it back would be suicide
Burn it all!
Looking back, this was a mistake
I'm standing tall
But somehow, you knew that it was fake
I'm afraid to weaponized
Again, that's what I get when I confide

The book has now been turned to ash
What a shitty situation
One question you always ask is
"What are you scared of the most?"
The answer is the human imagination