Pulled outward, While drawn inward, Held at the verge, Holding balance, Balance holding me,
Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,
Time is relative, And moments can seem long, But they add up fast, And then they’re gone, We don’t have long before we die.
Do you believe in god? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in tradition? Do you believe in superstition?
I spent 16,000 years in pure light… And finally found a way, There’s a hole, At the end of infinity, Just big enough to die through,
A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,
The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,
||: Unattached, Each moment being connected, Burdened, Each moment being heartened, Concerned,
Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,
When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...
