I awoke to a complex chemistry. So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see. But she only knows what she’s taught so I turned to a tree to see what he thought. And he asked: when does three equal one plus one?
The answer is birth – life’s creation. Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash. Because I believe in everything, I’m convinced of nothing.
United we ran – divided we crawl. It just takes a common enemy to make a friend. Marry hope and fear, invent a colour. And so, it’s gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above. But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one. In harmony with gravity – always bring everything down. Tear out your mother tongue-chlorpromazine incursion – the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.
Flesh is food and bone is stone. A grey matter case for inner demons microphones. Fields of shells that luck in murky waters. A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
Logic’s taught but brains are sweet, we’ve served ours up for the demons to feed. Project loathsome apathy redefines reality. Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
