Oh if I knew then
All That I claim as sin
How would I do a second time?
Would this try be fine?
Nay life is not a mere line
Of irreversibility
Yea life is but a river
Of a fluid givers love
That Steadily flows under
the songs of a Merry dove
As whitecaps wash and passive waves whither
So must all beings tither
to the coming peak
Of life's mysterious creek
And nearing the drop of life
With whitecaps, wind, and sanctity
I'll tell you now all that I know:
Though I know now
that knowing then
Was nearly preposterous, death screams dearly of life's relativity

So much my longing whines
And too much your blithe denies
How can I blame the weeping worm? That wiggles round my mind.
How can I blame the weeping worm that makes my will whine?
My insecure worm of wonder only wanders round.
To found the freedom love lifts around my lust-filled frown
So No, I say to insecure and sadness all around
Down the hidden hole of hunger hanging is my town
Down in that town I play a song while lying on the ground
Doze off to happy nothingness, I'm around
And finally Goodbye I say to frown frown frown.

Inside my room my mind inside is telling me to be terrified, sad, hopeless altogether, albeit I don’t know why
Maybe it’s the monster under my bed
And maybe it’s the ghost trapped inside
And maybe the utterly scarifying unknown
Isn’t a monster or an imagined image of iridescent horror
I know inside that my unknown terror is a lonesome life of lifelessness without love
And the lying light stares at me under the crack of my door and softly screams at me
Telling me to be a man
To be a missing-out mixture of money and melancholy that makes me lonely, that returns me back to the place of unknown fear that I now know is loneliness
Loneliness from you and you and you and me and love

Into
I'm in too deep
deathly dying disaster comes calming, a kind creature
As she takes me by the hand and gently guide me inside
Inside of her and her heart and inside is me and a coffin awaiting
as I cry out a plea
A plea to pause and pull back to the past's plays
When I craved the coffin and its cold carelessness
But calmly she commands that I climb inside... And close myself, unplug my mind and die
She tells me to leave life's hollow hole of self pitying piety
And give away my will to serene silence
The hollow hole is all I've ever known, I cry
But she takes me back to a time when I tried

Livin a life that ain't mine, that's  my lie most the time
Being a man that ain't me, that's what I'm doing most the time
Singin a song that ain't mine, that's what I'm doing all the time
Not knowing why I'm livin, not caring that I'm dying
Wondering who I am
Questioning who you are
Misunderstanding who anybody is, what anybody truly does
Questions mostly mistakenly ****** my inside world and my outside mind
My meticulously misunderstanding mind moves me towards
misconstruing most everything
As I melancholically masturabte the carelessness of human existence  
Until I'm as mindless you
Until I'm as mindless as us