You magnify every meaning my life could ever have The heart swoons and sighs and brain demons and blood arrows The Elysian fields to rest in peace And the Tartarus darkness to rest in pieces Fatality that beckons with a bony finger And fate that smiles kindly at my self obsession I found you and I'll never let go of you again Breathe in breathe out
Static is my safe haven I dream in static because of nostalgia These are my spiritual ancestors I'm recalling I found you in late nights In tube socks and voyeuristic first times In nature and in love and in these mirror-like screens Satellite dishes to catch spiritual signals And book pages to write my destiny You were my first desire My first feeling Enacting practised language and gauging metaphor uncracked This is my faith and my heritage My past and my future I feel you right now too, watching over me Breathe in breathe out
These intelligent acquaintances with pastors and shepherds Were marred by battle scars and laced with depression Scarred with love and hate, I was soon facing obsession Existential cartwheels that spun me into nihilistic temptations I was trapped in lustful desire I was trapped for so long I almost forgot how to breathe
The blurry channels of euphoria Were lost in a haze of demented pretensions Until destiny crawled out the TV screen And a little boy I'd known since childhood Since elementary hood days Since near fatal accidents and tube socks And graduation ceremonies and church services and first loves Who resembled me in every way Smiled at me in between gapped teeth From kind eyes, innocent eyes, knowing eyes Standing with one foot in the Atlantic The other on Table Mountain And he said to me Breathe in breathe out
Isn't it lovely how menace has turned attraction Thank God for this I would say it got me a plaque But what's better than that? The fact that it gave me a heart
Breathe in breathe out Because that's all there is
Abed: This was my religion. I thought the meaning of people was in here...I found a secret: People are random and pointless.
Shirley: Well, in my religion, the whole point is you can't understand every little thing, and there's a word for people who remind you you're not God and invite you to try harder.