Since the night the stars fell out the sky I hold my head in my hands thinking of ways to say goodbye There were nights when the bright lights of polaris formed ill conceptions But now I walk the wastelands of idle torture with no directions Spare meat cylinders, afterwards backwards reversed captured Hollograms in the sediment regurgilate the millipede finishing one leg of the journey Hobbling of balance fractured wings tips create difficulty with movements Translucents appear fluent in the language of doom, cuaterized fingertips from hells pits Lack feeling to grip a natural explanation to the touch dialect broken freely Uttered from the mouth of conniving to easy, I dont care if you believe me Because I believe myself in a world gone dark with dusty bibles on the shelf Oh my gods! Been hypnotized echo reflected of the face of the faint star Sight straining seeks solar but so far my sonar drips tar when it is spoken That hot liquid smoking dragontooth flamelung sidestepping the martians meaning A garbage cycle mechanics keep repeating as worthless as the androids that recently surfaced Circling the deep blue plummeting shades becoming distorted by the glossy views Drifting silhouettes contaminate retrospect, the dark tide, the frightened bride The psycho side, the death ride wont you kill me until I come alive And wont you kill me till I come alive Everything is visible from here Its clear I can distinguish sounds with my ear Theres no fear of what my sight peers because its clear From here... Which step shall I take which leg shall I break If I parachute from this cliff which direction will I drift Its meaningless if I stay here... All is one individual molecules around the sun Keep fighting till wars are won, until theres none left to fight Except one the remaining plight, come together the butcher and the beggar A spare slice a homely attitude with a little advice The neighbors are screaming for the savior, hes not here, our hearts are made of beer Keeping the filters clear everything is a possibility But nothing will happen if Im here... Since the night the stars fell out the sky I hold my head in my hands thinking of ways to say goodbye There were nights when the bright lights of polaris formed ill conceptions But now I walk the wastelands of idle torture with no directions Drifting without control it feels good to my stagnant soul Theres no light for me to follow no flow of energy everything is hollow Where am I at theres no feeling in this pitch black atmosphere the lights are gone out With the bursting of the sphere wich leads me here completely unaware Nurturing the soft molecules of the demons glare and the holy infliction From the jagged edge stained glass shard scars chemically imbalance retards This stagnant pit fabricated pull pit fragmented my wits with flabbergasting bullshit I feel the same as you souls cauterized from grasping what is true Death my life if I am dead would better than any of the lives I have lead I am the nutcase that remains standing in the prison of my depression Admiring my trivial obsessions that are no longer little through my perception Maybe its infection that makes us sick, maybe your hiding from the truth And become infected because of it, think for a moment what is real and what is fake Is fiction what you create or do you believe that its real Because its the path you choose to take, although its true that we have been deceived Of everything previously conceived, stupid fucks sitting in the shallow muck Wading in the waste like a sitting duck soaking up the stench Its the abstract evolution, the abstract evolution stop making sense I need the confusion
polaris, pit, wasteland, stagnant, conception