It's a red prison
Absolute security

With insecure inmates
Inanimate in purity

For
My body doesn't move
It's the shape of its destiny
My feet follow gravity:
Insanity, sanity

It's a dead heaven
Today it's the left foot

The right one is atrophied
Naturally, naturally

A querulous thing
Adjusted recovery
Because justice is bound
To the laws of locality

Not all sentences are life-long
I wait through slow waves of depression
They're wrong
It's just heaven's oppression
They're wrong
It's a song about endless invention
And unity's horn
Sang a wonderful lesson

To a red prison.
The walls,
which dare to protrude

Automatic and rude
With swift pulchritude.

Trippy, indignant
Complacent and soothed

Spoiled and spoiled
Forever confused.

But clarity came and at Once I was moved
I was there as a moment
And all things ensued.

All my love for that angel
Who changes her hair
And I'm lost in it, spinning
Forever ensnared

I'll be gone for the turn of
A sweet smelling lock.

She sings out of my range
She sings from so far away