The Lancean Specificity
Now That I Am Crazy
Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too
My virgin sky submitting to the markings of a beast
To better keep the secret that her lock is broken
Plowed and prepared to be the main dish at her wedding feast
Proud silence broken too as she speaks the unspoken
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see them (but can you?)
I can see between things where I could not see before
The timbre of my timber turned more ashen than oaken
Where maybe I should not is the question I suppose
And yet when I see something there I would see something more
Something there or not there as if anybody knows
Where freedom can be slavery when false can be true
The same eye sees anew the same sky newly woken
I get curiouser as my curiosity
Thinks of the unthinkable and speaking the unspoken
Seeks something more in the sky than before I could see
Or could not or should see or should not but I see them there
Combine to comb a bridal veil into the hair of air
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
My virgin sky submitting to the markings of a beast
To better keep the secret that her lock is broken
Plowed and prepared to be the main dish at her wedding feast
Proud silence broken too as she speaks the unspoken
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see them (but can you?)
I can see between things where I could not see before
The timbre of my timber turned more ashen than oaken
Where maybe I should not is the question I suppose
And yet when I see something there I would see something more
Something there or not there as if anybody knows
Where freedom can be slavery when false can be true
The same eye sees anew the same sky newly woken
I get curiouser as my curiosity
Thinks of the unthinkable and speaking the unspoken
Seeks something more in the sky than before I could see
Or could not or should see or should not but I see them there
Combine to comb a bridal veil into the hair of air
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
