Start thinking about
Where you go when you die
Does your soul rest where your coffin is
or is death just a metamorphasis

You’ve seen me from the beginning
You’ve been witness to the creation of a monster.
I was born as a creature of the Night.
I’d never laid eyes on light.
Scarcely visible through the smoke,
I wandered around looking for Hope.
Hope, only a thing I’ve heard, never seen.
Something I imagine could wash me clean.
Rid me of my evil stains
Cleanse me of my secret shame.
Through the darkness, I saw the light
It was so strange, so unknown
So exquisite how the glimmer shone.
Fear overcame my curious soul,
But my thirst for knowledge
Conquered the whole.
I rushed to discover the glint of light
Forgetting the cautiousness,
Forgetting the fright.
The sliver of light grew and grew
Until no more darkness I knew.

Radio
fade in/fade out
why
you said that
i suppose
your redolent innuendos
take my hand     take my heart
his hands were cleans
but his ***** clothes belonged to me
I was a washing-machine mutant
measuring out oxydol
and love
while dreaming of Apocalypse
and Metamorphasis
under the guise of musical appreciation
/sliding underneath the static/
there was no time for reality
except the truth we created for ourselves
wrapped it around us
like blue waters
that hid a broken bottle
jagged scars as memory
/channel change
smooth, cool curve of the dial
beneath my fingertips/
loooking to be the runaway
I let him go his own way
again
and again
when he sent me letters
they were addressed to a different party
and were in a strange vocabulary
I couldn't understand
I craved to make him a meaning
but music had a blood fever
I found the music
then let it play

Dont mean to toot my own horn;
To shoot my own ****;
To pop my own corn...
But I believe I need a pat on the back
Cause I'm madder than a hatter
As a matter of fact
Ransacked and back at it
Attack attack get back you animals
Crack you in the mandible
With an upper cut with words
With what you heard
Preferred hermit crab
Dab at home alone
With Joe Peschi
Freshly squeezed ecstacy
In the strawberry field next to me
Resurrecting complexity
In depth perception is the equivalent to *** to me
Get to be **** with what you sputter out
Sssstutter nnnow that I mmmmention it
Leave you hanging like a suspension bridge
Ascension is essentially but a smidge of what it is
To be star
Who we are to a blind man
On this very night can
Divinely define us
Or confine us
But if you combine whats
Up and what's in
You win infinity times
Subliminal criminal
Killing it for a living now
Separate the syllables
Take what you're giving out
Prescription is refillable
Your own medicine
Your *** is what your head is in
We needed Nicky Tesla
**** a Thomas Edison
**** decrepit specimen
Might've made the mess we're in
A little more avoidable
Maybe make it Enjoyable to be from planet earth
The worst dirt pile?I've seen in a while
Squandering potential
Pondering presidential
Candidates made of hate
Divided states of Emergency
Divergency is urgent we
Could be so much more than self importance
Hordes of the masses finally off their *****
And protesting the fact that we aren't but packs of classes
He is me as you are he as you are me and we are all together
Every time
If the weather is fine or not
We got to stop this **** poor metamorphasis
For the better its imperative we live
It's just something that I repeat to me
We cannot add division
If we want to live in peace
Equally.

Creatures crawling in my skin
A metamorphasis from within
A reflection of the other me
I laugh at who I'm supposed to be