modern manifestation of Pandora's box all pent up
illogical is the scheme of the unnecessary complexities streaming through the streets
if its still pent up than what is this we hear now
if not the lack of sincerity in our propriety  and promiscuity
and if its still pent up than what terrors are in store
if not swirls of adjectives unimagined
fear is not properly capsulated in four letters
and the fear of understanding fear lingers and dances on top of our skulls
but we're toiling and boiling human existence promenade on
as if we don't know
that we're picking the lock on pandora's box
because our curiosity over comes our terror
and our faults lie in our finger tips
a vessel for the minuscule workings from our pineal gland

and we want change of our less than radical ways
so we take to slashed lines in our hash signs
imaginary walls for our feelings
for social acknowledgement
filters to play out the colors of our favorite days in ways that bring dismay when reality comes to play
press anonymity to our face as we tumble through pictures and rumble
from the upset mind to our side still continuing to fumble
with what they carry inside

oh but we're just a compilation
of
of minds gone mad
no
no of insanity gone blind
wait
wait just a combination of everything feared inside
but
but we're being picked and pried to peek out and greet every infamous lie

reality is pounding on the walls of your migraine
gripping the handles, your temples
fighting to get in again
and beat down your imagination
reality is the hammer that pressed the world
into a perfect circle
scared it to conform to the most universal undying form
but the hammer brought forth a sense of infinite unity
continuously circling the undying energy
of reality
of imaginary reality
of an infinite imaginary reality fueling our personal energy
reality snuck out of the box
slithered its way through the cracks and seams
reality isn't one form it would seem
its whatever it contorts and conforms to
to escape
to escape everything its sees in its way

oh but we're just a compilation
of
of minds gone mad
no
no of insanity gone blind
wait
wait just a combination of everything feared inside
but
but we're being picked and pried to peek out and greet every infamous lie

And im stuck in this room
insanity wrapping my brain like inescapable fumes
im trying to escape but they'll call me a loon
its such a small world i know they wont give me a break
but this inescapable tune
i just can't relate

intoxication of the soul is what im told
Im told it can't be bought nor sold
but rather found between the folds of another's soul
wait, please, please excuse me
what if the soul is caught in the box
fighting to get out
pandora's box waiting to be picked
by the handy lock smith
of life and insanity
but what's really the difference
in this careful contortion
but if caught how do I find this intoxication
everyone is talking about