Valley Of The Predisposed

Every step that's taken

In the Valley Of The Predisposed

Is a preview

Of the hereafter

It's a picture looking

Like blood running down a window pane

Being washed away

After a thunderstorm

Brought on by a vain jet stream

Of suffering and negativity

Within the sky's atmosphere

Where the subconscious tendencies of human beings

Are clearly a precipice

Sponsored by lost souls

Who've been apathetic for centuries

Citizens of a decayed moral region

In need of an antedote

For the poisonous slang and habitual rendering

Of jaded tongues

Who've closed

Their minds to the thought of being seen or heard

Within the Valley Of The Predisposed