(2014)
The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,
Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,
Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
Shape end sound, Taste ant texture, Mined make(s)cents, Know knead four Lecture,
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
||: Unattached, Each moment being connected, Burdened, Each moment being heartened, Concerned,
When water first flows, It may not find itself to be a riv… But as time passes, And water continues to flow, It will find its path,
We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,
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,
Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,
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?
