Before our intelligence became too good for its own good. Before computers, television, phones, cars, cities.. All the way back to our creation. We are simply animals. Unshaven, naked in the wilderness, no oral communication, and proccessed outside influenes... Money, the 9-5 job, school, sports, errands, schedules, and all those things that cause us stress in our daily lives is unnatural. Its not what we are meant to trouble ourselves with. Much of the energies, concerns, and pressures in ourlives is not what we as a species are meant to feel. We should remember at times what we really are.

It hurts so much to know i've blown my chance.
They always go away.
I have to sin and put them in a trance.
Just to make them stay.

Its hard to know, that they have gone
Never to return.
Its cruel this stove that they've pinned me on.
They're so cold to watch me burn.

The perfect face i saw.
Made me feel so small.
My loving may be raw.
You must be the angels call.

He left early in the morning, with the mountain on his mind.
Peered up to the peak above and then began the climb.
The city and its people sure would not be missed
Not since he had his innoncence, such days he reminiced.
He reached the peak in hours, with knees fatigued and sore.
He looked down at towers, he could've sworn that there were more.
He took a seat on the grass, he deserves a break at last.
He never could stand it when he felt the best times had passed.
He watched the sun as it began to set, alone but at ease.
He fell asleep with no alarm set, gently kissed by the breeze.

It is early in the morning, and I've yet to find sleep.
Not to say that I'm searching, my thoughts are too deep.
I think of you and I think of her, women on my mind no suprise.
I think of how both my beloved are asleep next to other guys.
I think of my childhood dreams, and how most of them I still keep.
I recall the times that i smiled and had no trouble falling asleep
in my own room.
Insomnia of gloom.

I saw an old man lighting up, I asked to *** a ****.
He told me that he's on his last, I know hes just blowing smoke.
Like love it hurts to get rejected, but hurts more not to know.
Stuck to breathe the poison fresh air on this lone walk home.

The pornographers are winning
The sweet first born has drown
The dealers know what sells
And they've spread it all over town

The old soldier is disfigured
But you fall in love with his grit
They have to cheat to stop him
And avoid getting hit

And the fluids keep on flowing in
But have no where to go
As memory and urges
Cause the boat to overflow