whered all the music go?
i dont see it anymore.
all the words that used to sing
inside my head well now theyre dead
and now i cant remember what the words were for.

an egg is cooking in my heart.
my blood has nowhere left to go.
i cut a spout into my body
the egg plummets to my stomach
and my stomach is devoured by my soul.

...i hear the word of god.
...in everything i hear.
i try so hard to listen
to the stars but theyre too far
and i suspect that only death will bring me near.

some say that were born of the earth.
its only a home for our bodies.
and the universe is nothing
but a home in which it roams
and now the universe , the earth and you are rotting.

there is a purity in silence.
but even that is super sonic.
be still for nothings perfect
theres no cure to being pure
theres no end to what you can have if you dont want it
do you get it? first its hidden then it isnt now youve got it
but you cant get something when it cant be got its
such a mess but i digress until im nothing which is perfect
and it taught itself so well to me, i fought it but it won and now its done
and now im one with what is done,
i think ive got it, but dont think
yeah now ive got it. do you want it?
if you want it you cant have it
do you want it? . .

. . . . .

there is no distance in between us.
we are the water of the sea.
we're empty and we're floating
and we're where objects are paired
but the objects are empty just like you and me
and everything thats in between the empty space still can be seen
and its comprised of exactly the same nothing.
...its in the waters that we wade
and a new ripple is made
when empty and nothing to one another sing.

can you hear the silence ring?