An abstraction of the mind
Which left a mind blind
From all the beauty
Of the outside world

Was it the word or the world?
Was it the mystery of the swirl?
Was it the majestic benevolence
Of that 2am girl?

Maybe it was something,
Maybe
It was nothing

But there was some beauty in the way that Her
Nothingness
Moved about in a room full of somebody's
Some
Bodies

With faces that pinch their pennies
When they catch the whiff
Of a dismembered mutant
Smeared in a politically corrected rightness

Ye' faith has been tampered with
There ain't much else to do
But accept that faith you were born with
And dance with the Devil's mischief

Dance the two step with someone
That shrinks when you move their way
There ain't nothing much else to say
When you know we all gonna' pay

High wind take me on your scheme
There ain't another stitch in this seam
My wheels are weak creaking white powder
And I'm hearing a late midnight sounder

Eh' lady you know where you've been
And I can bet you remember half the things you've seen
Member that egg shell moon that broke white crash?
There was something in that wave
That makes me wanna' obey

But forget about the things that I never said I knew
And forget about the face that hangs forever blue
A current ripples at the top of this afternoon sun
Lets go out
And be the bullet
To this gun