2004
Eclipsing obscenity for an attempt at propriety,
angeling the next jest so to find a better equality,
within mental persuasion I come to a grievance,
alternative lifestyles begot alternative lifestyles.
Taken the hate from within the fire -enterprising onto that pyre-
did life become a gearing effect, caught on a moment, on the needless regret?
Tragedy sought out the meaning of life, only to be hit with a brick while coping with strife,
then along came the spider tracking it's prey, looking into a mirror you see it's your face,
eating away at the corrosion filled sack,
an embodied longevity that titters on sex.
For then the power of selfish emotions flood the main street,
causing a hemorrhage of scrupulous intrigue,
catering to the business of isolated property,
selling the goods to all those whom would be better on speed.
Try now to imagine a world without love,
the fickle and sickly looking faces that gather around us,
will no more laugh at a joke that you pass,
or simply smile as you take the bus back.
No, for it's not right, and a dream all the same,
to find next to nothing, forfeit this reign,
of self delusion on an endless dreamscape,
forsee now soothsayer, the endless possibilities.
Right meets left on an intermissional sector,
of liberty and lost fragmented pleasures,
electronically seeking the ravage of today,
hell is a highway paved with silver brick- try to enterprise that cliche.
Never said when the world would come back,
not rushing in time on a steed of dissident,
Click and clock, in blow the hawk, from under the bridge into the next sting,
of opportunity and misguided trust! Tell me again howe much you've lost.
True it's the same as all before, and true it's the price that is paid in full,
then again what is in a friend?
Nothing, and then life ends.
angeling the next jest so to find a better equality,
within mental persuasion I come to a grievance,
alternative lifestyles begot alternative lifestyles.
Taken the hate from within the fire -enterprising onto that pyre-
did life become a gearing effect, caught on a moment, on the needless regret?
Tragedy sought out the meaning of life, only to be hit with a brick while coping with strife,
then along came the spider tracking it's prey, looking into a mirror you see it's your face,
eating away at the corrosion filled sack,
an embodied longevity that titters on sex.
For then the power of selfish emotions flood the main street,
causing a hemorrhage of scrupulous intrigue,
catering to the business of isolated property,
selling the goods to all those whom would be better on speed.
Try now to imagine a world without love,
the fickle and sickly looking faces that gather around us,
will no more laugh at a joke that you pass,
or simply smile as you take the bus back.
No, for it's not right, and a dream all the same,
to find next to nothing, forfeit this reign,
of self delusion on an endless dreamscape,
forsee now soothsayer, the endless possibilities.
Right meets left on an intermissional sector,
of liberty and lost fragmented pleasures,
electronically seeking the ravage of today,
hell is a highway paved with silver brick- try to enterprise that cliche.
Never said when the world would come back,
not rushing in time on a steed of dissident,
Click and clock, in blow the hawk, from under the bridge into the next sting,
of opportunity and misguided trust! Tell me again howe much you've lost.
True it's the same as all before, and true it's the price that is paid in full,
then again what is in a friend?
Nothing, and then life ends.