How could I forget such a revelation To love without fear and learn without question How could I regret the meant occasions I must begin this day again Freedom and reason shine through Paddle upon the clouds one's own canoe How could I Humility take charge of me Drown me in truth's modest waters Loosen your grip identity Free me from an ego's falter Love too often is only a dream If I am harsh and unkind to myself So I share these attitudes with you Must I try? How could I? Freedom and reason shine through Paddle upon the clouds one's own canoe Love's too often only a dream If I am harsh and unkind to myself So I share these attitudes with you For in this spewing cavern of pride How could I!
Microscopic dust... To exist as I of many eyes Tentacles in our heads wrestling with anonymous segments.
Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis sitting on my lap Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness On witnessing the present system A monstrous collage in movement Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want.
All directions, every angles Nuances, infinite possibilities Confusion of a saturated mind The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? Currents numerous...hard to focus...yessss...yESsSSSS !!! We want answers! Not confused babblings!
Losing control is a treat, still... We could be drained... We could be drained...of...
Chimeras, precious chimeras Ejected from the assembly Unto a circular technological slave pen Bound to be part of this geometrical harem Speak the frequencies of liberation The universal language of positive similarity When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory.
All the children testified that Miss Macbeth wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she really evil, was she only pantomime Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody saves, that somebody's face has just been washed off the pavement Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain Miss Macbeth saw her reflection As confetti bled it's colours down the drain
[Chorus:] And everyday she lives out another love song It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong Well how can you miss what you've never possessed Miss Macbeth
Well we all should have known when the children paraded They portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinkling Deadly Nightshade And as they tormented her she rose to the bait Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate
And everyday she lives out another love song "You're up there enjoying yourself, and I know it's wrong"
Well how can you miss what you've never possessed Miss Macbeth
Sometimes people are just what they appear to be With no redemption at all We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl
Miss Macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under the chin and she whispers to it tenderly Then sticks it on a pin And It might be coincidence, but a boy down the lane, that she said "went white as he could do," then doubled over in pain
I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home We'll get a dark purple carpet so I never fall, we'll never sink inside this hole and make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us... So join me in my home
I'm digging a tunnel to another world To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side And no one really knows his right from wrong. So what changed? Still feels like home!
Running from the horror of civil depression from the time before the time Claiming the remains of a glorious presence A chapter that slowly dies Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage Can you see, my forehead burning? Pretentious fairies counting heads Mortal Inventory, roots to collect
But there is no other place....
I will be digging you a small hole, to call home So you will always feel welcome, all on your own But when you need a break from it all Pack a few bones to accompany the road And remember that there is no place to come back to There was never a home.
