i pluck a patch of flesh from my torso laid before me
microscopic angles never did too much 'cept bore me
i ponder at it as i watch it turn to plastic waste
and toss it to the side to join its kin, the long disgraced
i dive headfirst into the pile
thinking out loud all the while
what the *******'ve done to me
to make me loathe such harmony
a call to arms is horrifying
as it harms the glorifying
capitalizing, profiteering
bourgeoisie world engineering
i eat my path through all the **** the world has given to me
i see my comrades scoff and nosh and drink their minds all dreamy
the world is coming down to see itself through all its trash
it's still convinced it's beautiful through all the camera flash
you will die, but so will i
it'll be a work of art
like none before, no final score
and time will not restart

my steak is talking to me
telling me its name
i know it more than most good friends
i'll eat it all the same

three old crones went walking on the pier
Void, Metaphysic and everything Here
Metaphysic whispered something into Void's ear
Here wished to listen so she sidled up near
much to her dismay, there was nothing there to hear
Void ignored Metaphysic, Here shed a tear

from afar i watched and i pondered over beer
if they're over there then how am i over here?

you're everything, how can i say
the perfect way to end my day
a hot shower past midnight
our hot showers in the morning
one more loss which i'll be mourning
when you left me without warning
i was paralyzed with fright
i couldn't live without your might
i thought one day you'd be my wife
you're everything, what can i say
go **** yourself, enjoy your life

some time ago i had a friend
a friend without compare
we plied our rhyme and killed our time
building our thoroughfare

we spent our nights in solitude
for lack of what we spent
we stayed in bed and lied til dead
and slept on words unsent

we spoke our slang, i later found
one night in bed we lie
my head, it stayed, that night, in bed,
and since i've been 'long for the ride

some time ago i had a friend
with whom i'd lie in bed
then i'd woken to lies unspoken;
my friend lies in my head

i look back now at all the lies
told to me at the end
beyond mine eyes, to my surprise
the bed was my true friend

my strongest paranoia
is not the simple prospect
of always being watched
by some far distant observer
but of being lied to
by that same exact observer

Getting a message from the edge of the universe saying "come get me"
Accepting that that place is accelerating away from me faster than I can comprehend
Realizing that the journey may very well not be worth it

But I've been wrong before