There's a spot in my heart that the sun can't melt away And a sight to my eyes that's becoming burning decay I would love to be in the arms of a woman who loved my child Made the ocean swallow the world in one motion When I brought the earth to life, thoughts... Colliding comets combust, corroding the earth's crust Purifying the future with lust mine as well clean them gust with disgust I'll trust for the darkness of night, until the ambient light appears Beckoning me to the mic, walking on a rope that's tight Keeping my balance so I won't fall cause below me are the hungry jaws Giving off a repulsive stench that makes my skin crawl An imaginary beast that threatens my imagery It's protuberent eyes plague the entities a pure distortion That sometimes frightens it's creator, manifestation savage Playing hide and seak throughout the cerebral passage I've lost myself in my brain becoming a hybrid mix of the monsters that remain \"some of me still here?\" Yes I believe so, or it is I don't know Do you know what I mean? When the asshole constructed this shit They assumed we'd get along some songs are sung with sad tones Others are sidewinding slapdrones minds blown by uttered syllables on mic phones I shake souls and touch bones so leave me alone!
Let's be normal and have a group hug, stereotype everyone just to show love Stop it! Cooperate with the humans don't worry about what your losing Because they haven't gained shit paranormal spit, just a non-vacant body Of trapped souls fighting each other for control of the mind With multiple personalities fighting each other for the sense of understanding But the launch pad it's not in sight so the landing it won't end Up, Right Left, Down stairs in a hallway that's unattached catch that And a realization might be hatched if it's over your head It's over my dead body, twitching mall happy smack the snobby Broken cycles that regulate the sporadic, there's a filmy substance that Still repels the magic yet undescribed standing to die In appreciation of life sacrifice, bloody knife A hand still clenching his murdered wife, warning signs often Register to late in those post-psychic analytical debates Well aren't they smart, spit out some more tranquilizing darts I can't tell my personalities apart when I am sober If I'm dazed I'll keep dreaming that it's over And reject the notion of being rejected although you and I Are insane and the fact should be accepted
I'll start by saying there's a screw loose Mu discursive style wanders like wild goose Squeeze the rigor-mortis juice considered needed By the appropriate parties among history's deleted (divided chimes) slightly off time, although you couldn't hear me Even if I spoke with signs, if everything's a symbol This is what I symbolize fuck civilized I'm passionate Like the instinct of an animal clamp like a mandible Dimension parallel to the six legs of the insects Where the dreams connect, in the outer exoskeleton Lies the skull of a moron that needed oxygen Breath with chemicals, lets feed with chemicals breed by cubicle Please recreate my clone I miss the first ones company and no I feel alone!
What a demented paradox if reincarnation is real and earth is hell And religion is created out of evil to give people a hope of escape By being oppressed no matter how the skeletons dressed They could beat a dead horse to death twice patchboard controlled corpses Although we are not really rebellious we just fight to repel the evil forces Instinctively gripping our nature's courses but the dull witted Well they aren't even listening so I guess I guess it's not worth mentioning, am I insane or is everyone else crazy