upside downside flipside outside in
raindrops like pebbles colliding with the cracking caps overtly sheltering our minds
closed like doors in a cheap motel
where someone pays to be fucked on a nightly basis
orgasming like clockwork
and this is what we call "real life"
this reality which we subscribe to like a tabloid magazine
has never held my interest
it only hinders - no, cripples - that which separates us from mindless carnality
twists and tortures our heart, squeezing it of the ink that signs the dotted lines
granting their barbs due permission to sink in
seeping into our veins the mental and emotional atrophy
this dance of neglect to that which makes our pieces come together
the pieces of our supposed souls
praise be to him that denies them the privilege of stripping his core
we are so prone to becoming hollow and windswept
this rape of our senses
this bludgeoning of the natural world
turn on your televisions
turn off your minds
succumb to this mummification of perception
lose your patience
try to forget that this world has been here long before you and i
because one day, your patience will be all that's left
worn to a nub
kept company by a shell
a barely-beating heart
a voice within me wails violently for a second chance
to make the right decision
but the damage is done
in spite of countless reasons to leave
i have found my steady footing
and to contradict the resident comforts
i yearn to gnaw at these ropes
i have turned my back on the obvious truth
which was sure to set me free
if life is a gift, i've exchanged it for coal
if honesty's pure, i've painted it black
if love is a palace, i've set it ablaze
in a moment, a world, so case-sensitive
i seem to have found myself
unable to capitalize
closed like doors in a cheap motel
where someone pays to be fucked on a nightly basis
orgasming like clockwork
and this is what we call "real life"
this reality which we subscribe to like a tabloid magazine
has never held my interest
it only hinders - no, cripples - that which separates us from mindless carnality
twists and tortures our heart, squeezing it of the ink that signs the dotted lines
granting their barbs due permission to sink in
seeping into our veins the mental and emotional atrophy
this dance of neglect to that which makes our pieces come together
the pieces of our supposed souls
praise be to him that denies them the privilege of stripping his core
we are so prone to becoming hollow and windswept
this rape of our senses
this bludgeoning of the natural world
turn on your televisions
turn off your minds
succumb to this mummification of perception
lose your patience
try to forget that this world has been here long before you and i
because one day, your patience will be all that's left
worn to a nub
kept company by a shell
a barely-beating heart
a voice within me wails violently for a second chance
to make the right decision
but the damage is done
in spite of countless reasons to leave
i have found my steady footing
and to contradict the resident comforts
i yearn to gnaw at these ropes
i have turned my back on the obvious truth
which was sure to set me free
if life is a gift, i've exchanged it for coal
if honesty's pure, i've painted it black
if love is a palace, i've set it ablaze
in a moment, a world, so case-sensitive
i seem to have found myself
unable to capitalize