Stoners go hippie with the sticky sweet smoke
Dope-wicked hope stricken trippin' sinners don't choke
Sellouts sell jail cells in the cellar downstairs
Hairs-frayed-from-hairspray stricken sisters don't care
Tell me where are the werewolves wearing skin overcoats?
Not a body dare boast that their coast is a host
For a problem don't got one when the team boat won't row
Don't tell me you got hope when the dough runs the show
Don't tell me that you care when to sin is to share
Don't ever tell me that you know when your love never show
You're ******' ******-gut, up-chucking sick
Don't ya know?

Tiers set to impress
Stress best the tears and ***
Together or separate
Still a well coveted mess

But the best of the rest
Catch death by way of breath
Followed closely by movement
From the mouth, teeth, and neck

Word upon words
Precipitate from pain
Chasing hollow hope-ways
Where fears fall free like rain

Yet while the inner chapel's laughter
Does mock every sinner's chapter
Internal combustion musters
The will to breathe soon after

Oh proud engineer of eternity
Seam of reality
Stitch of the universe
Go forth

Cross those barren wastelands
Composed of the flesh of your kin
All of what was

Sail those tumultuous seas
That lifeblood of Cronos, Father Time
All of what is

And find yourself naturally to a shore
For that shore is your shore
Though the bank not of sand,
But of finely woven threads

The threads of reality itself,
A blossom of life amidst the swirling tides of time.

And you shall break onto that shore,
A behemoth bred of circumstance,
For you are this moment!

And with all the might of a whisper,
A syllable and a heartbeat,
A spike and dip of glorious emotion and sensation,
Shall you impress yourself onto the fabric of life

And all at once release.

Recede with pride,
Backwards through that sea, once spiteful, now docile
Drift into that void what harbors all things once seen,
And with peace,
Await all that remains