i go in too far and too loud;
i see the train of thought
it could take me
where no one else could go
further and further where they make more sense
the last final logical conclusion and yet
so far in from a distance i am a madman
too far in to comprehend

oh were i to have ventured further
if i had followed through with every
spasm of great and holy ideas,
what pleasures unknown
called them up had it sorted; it was 2 or 3 a.m

i don't know what i was thinking
i mean i was thinking i needed to be touched
i was thinking i was needing to be ******
i mean i was thinking i needed to be reduced
to air, to be made to be nothing, i am nothing
its always 2 or 3 a.m. i am made to want to feel nothing
went to bed in a cloud of sheltered, painless oblivion

i go too far and too loud and it is
never nearly enough; I See The
Liquid Sphere Waltz, oh i must
tread so carefully and lightly
for i am always on the verge of something
i will not be able to redeem

i care about no one
i care about me
that i may slip into something
i cannot relinquish