All is lost,
that swirls in the sand.
All is lost,
which swirls.

income
pay for the date
and living in a cab
sleeping in a body bag.

got suits older than you
and listen to this
take your mind off
track

and the record squeaked
the sound of feet
descending down the stairs.
starry eyes gazed upon oceans

sleeping through stop lights
with a pipe-bomb at home.
placing the blame
to take trust away.

living sideways
in a slide
never ending
hide and seek.

sleeping in a tent
down the street from
the next chapter of the picture
in life.

All is lost,
that swirls in the sand.
All is lost,
which swirls

you wouldn't believe the things I haven't seen
like the leaves falling from an autumn tree,
a safe place from closed system entropy
these invisible moonbeams or sincerity.

you wouldn't believe the things I haven't seen
the atomic bomb, thousand suns' blinding clean,
logic in synchronized step to a time machine,
escaping suffocation in a submarine.

you wouldn't believe the things I haven't seen,
the conspiracy concerning love and greed,
the meaningless excusing the mean,
an apple eaten become a seed.

You would believe the things I hear,
falling, the soft drop of a tear,
lies that stem from fear,
laughing, cuts!, and disappears.

Consumer Culture makes me sick,
it burns like acid contained in
coffee cups the size of
your heart exploding.
Music that will **** your ears
for only a buck
because it is a song shaped by greed
alongside factories, with smoke stacks
acting as sploof tubes,
covering the smell of life
created just to be killed.
They have innocent eyes
an organism giving away its only truth
for convenience, for simplicity
**** your fast food,
**** your jellybean president.
Employment is conscription to join
on the losing side in the war on
your time and mind, The Double Bind.
You ought to love your country
but do you?
You ought to compete, go for the win
**** your friends, get to the top.
Do you know what the prize is?
One morning you wake up and find
that your game was a farce
and you aren't what you really are
but what you could of been.

Defend your limits.

For we are waterfalls, spinning wheels of imagination
shaping clay with organic inspirations
planting ideas in the fertile unconsciousness
Don't form beliefs, form a question.

Understand we are ice-9
collectively, we are the watering-system
We are the true god through experience mystic
disbanded stars that are the galaxies.

Properties of our composition suggests that,
you better let this water flow,
because if you don't
a world full of love
would love to strike you down
making you coo and swoon
over the symbols of a dream,
the beautiful sunflower riding a bike,
hitting a hacky sack perfectly
at the end of the day

a cup beckons inscribed with your name
are you just going to sit and stare at it?

Disappointment only occupies a individual span of time
and is then overcome by satisfaction
Satisfaction is then overcome in the same fashion
A generation of fools or maybe it's just me.
Sticking to the plan and accepting
that opinion is fact
following in the foot steps of collapse
thinking they are leaning how to dance.
With so many details involved convinced Death is just
Coincidence with life
just there to balance out both sides
of an equals sign still ending up strapped
for cash and more illusions than the house of mirrors
Losing ourselves in the blind spots of despair
taking turns without looking sounds the safest way
to be a ****** for things with synthesized happiness
I want something more now than just sushi
more passionate than enthusiasm and energy.

Filling up the emptiness with all the things people told me
I should believe in and I would feel better
But soon repetitious days are ending
just as every song heard dies and dissappears
from the range of your ears
no matter the battery or modes of repetition

****, this loneliness is an accident
even though I thought I chose it
I thought I needed it
I feel like the past owes me a more well-adapted present
but it didn't and that's what they say life is
and probably will soon be asking if I make money
or if I'm somewhat satisfied
yeah, I guess so, maybe I could be
But sometimes I can't relate to pride according to my financial state
I don't need ownership over things that belong to everybody
just Imagine a real family.

I'm falling in love with something hazy
the vagueness just seems to invite me
a magnet energized by closed eyes
that static that charges between balloons and hair
her screaming scarred my ear drums

Alive is an everywhere
just hate to be reminded of the tricks planted in language
to fill in the missing gap
In short, double recreate reality
what is the past but a fiction
it is a sly thing
to try and love

Seeing the line of the dead makes me sad
dreary are the things they prized
like televisions
and monies
there is a circle that repeats,yet
there is always an exit

space starts emitting radiation ballads
fought and tortured on the other side of the conscious mind
seeing realization is noticing the opposites
are both equal and fragile
the line between laughing and crying
is the width of a hair and a change of mind

I haven't been thinking or living.
Living unconsciously is dangerous
relies too much on luck and money.

The world I live in is less determined
that a form.
I am the idea.
Ominous Cloud.

I am the Never Man
styling in the forgetful grace of thought
and live in a house of the things that I forgot
they always seem to bubble to the top
to point the way to take or pave
to bend the grass in a wind wave.

Come visit me
dressed up with black
and I loved you
till you came and confessed
you cried
how worried you were!
you put on such a great show
I believed every movement
till you were no longer there
I tried to get across to you
but ended up behind my eyes.

Lingering long in my thoughts
I died laughing
how funny it really wasn't
why trick a person with nothing?
file away at your complaints
till you see the real problem

darling you were dead
and no visit could revive
the person you had been

loving you was a trap
set by your own graceful hands
but I can't listen
for if I do anything at all I'm too amazed