I spend my days paralyzed

If you ask me why ill blame the weather

Not the Washington rain

No one ever asks about the storm from which I'm sheltered

Its a **** storm in the minds of man

Carrying out the wack wills of lunatics

On light waves from dark eyes

Rending dementions untouched by hate

They see the light In me and turn an evil eye

Not knowing why or to what end

My soul mourns for them and their sad life

My body revolts at the new found pain writhing unsure of its cause

My mind trys to make sense of the seemingly sourceless flight or flight reaction

Just a twitch And we lock eyes

Clarcognesence hits like a three story wave and I can see it

Taste it

Feel it on my skin

I am your enemy?!?

Were do you know me?

No!

not me some dreem...

Some scheme gleaned by some other fiend

the sun makes us all look bad by contrast

So I hide in my pad

Ask me why I'll say the weather

It's not a lie just easier to swallow