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 color
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.
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.
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 lurk 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.
Projected 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.
