I awoke to a complex chemistry
So I went to a neurosurgeon 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 flame,
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.
Flesh is food and bone is stone.
The 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 tough, 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 skie,
Rage and intimidating lack of control
Bring a once bright life to stone and ice.