(no subject)
I die again, I live again,
Phoenix flowers holding hands
Rejuvenation of reincarnation,
Now the concept that I'm deader
Than dead seems further way
All this while, seems to me,
Been dreaming I was dead.
Changing, always changing,
Depending on the molecular
architecture touching synapses.
"Addicted," they say, uncomprehending,
"Relapsing," they say, not understanding.
In every way they crucify the intelligent,
In every way they enslave the stupid,
Bugs stamped on by a human foot
Forever
Our entrails drip like an IV feed
Into the gutter of iniquity.
Phoenix flowers holding hands
Rejuvenation of reincarnation,
Now the concept that I'm deader
Than dead seems further way
All this while, seems to me,
Been dreaming I was dead.
Changing, always changing,
Depending on the molecular
architecture touching synapses.
"Addicted," they say, uncomprehending,
"Relapsing," they say, not understanding.
In every way they crucify the intelligent,
In every way they enslave the stupid,
Bugs stamped on by a human foot
Forever
Our entrails drip like an IV feed
Into the gutter of iniquity.