Is it true? Is it true that all you’ve seen is screened in front of you in a lightspeed matinee of one second just before the waking dive?
In the days when you walked on Earth, have you ever had the clear and pure feeling of having been made for somewhere that’s so far away, a whale hunter on the moon?
Now that you’re there among the distant stars sittin’ in your nuclear throne, dressed in comets and quasars, Do you remember how it feels to be right here where I am, a stray dog in Disneyworld?
How much dark before the dawn How hungry til the next town Stars have turned their face away
I do know All of this is up to me It’s nobody else’s fault All my failures are my masters and a master is a friend Now the angel stares at me from inside the killer’s eye And that’s so much scarier
Death and Nature are engaged in a teenage goth affair making love on graveyard stones
Ironweeds are all in bloom dreaming dreams of summer crimes Colors burst in anguished joy
The blood red carnation flower The blue genocidal wave And the snow white cyanide
And the reason why I’m here Yes the reason why I’m here
Is the game; is to believe In what nobody else does.