Absent Minded
Pieces of my life(fate answered my call)
every one in my life
is but a character
a slider
an artist
a fake plastic face
to be figured out
of the puzzle
i have called
from ten years ago
to come round me and represent the pieces of mankind
I have an ethnic friend
afraid to leave his home
an agoraphobic masterpiece
medicated
searching the art of conversation
for his opinions and belief
for his sanity that remains
I have a friend whose circle of friends
comes together
a few times a year to get along
but we really cant stand each other
we play games together
and tolerate our differences but behind
each others backs is a different story
altogether
kind of like the Olympics but smaller
the psychology of why the United nations doesn't work
doesn't make sense to me either
I have a friend who was once a hooker
she met me and had a few boyfriends
who told her she could do much better
now she has a sugar daddy and her daughter
she teaches the horrors of the controversial world
oh how i can pick apart television and media through
this hot topic of controversial moral fiber
my mother i wonder is really mine sometimes
as she falls for the worst possible man
she is fond of controlling men who represent oppression
and she has other children
some of the fathers don't care for their own children
but she remains a victim of some kind of oppression and terrorism
a long distance relationship that teaches me soo much
politics cant quite pick apart
what about my father another piece of the puzzle
hungry for money and hardworking
and never acquiring anything as the system moves to slow
with a life that is far from fair
never there too busy
psychological torture for those who pick apart this epic
they cant understand as i live it
there is my brother the protest against
the centuries
the age old wisdom of my way or the highway
and now i have found god
the homeless man moving on to find
drugs and booze are not the answer
but he still loves me
there must be another way
another way to get out of poverty
another distant relationship spreading across the land
they do not know who or what they are
only i do
What about music,
my cult
my religious brainwash device
to make statements of purity
to show you the statements of pieces of layers in time that fall apart
and come together in all honesty
control me
manipulate me
tease me
trick me
see your illusions already at my feet
and welcome to my family
some distant cousin
some relative i have yet to see
some other form of life lessons standing up
for fairness and equality
like my step mother who teaches me
that the deals at the grocery store are not deals but gouging me
to go back to child psychology to see where and what
yellow brick stones are missing
and how do we heal together?
my life lessons are one thing but theses pieces are altogether a whole new meaning to the Revelation of this masterpiece movie
you will see me slide
with my many identities
as i become your psychic
your Antichrist
your heartache
your inspiration
your boy of low self esteem
as i run from the nightmare
wiping my tears
as I'm medicated for what?
my psychiatrist is like the oppressor of reality
the guillotine of truth and held against bs she has no need to resist what she needs to see through
as my eyes are indeed confused
all these people do not know who or what they are to me
all these people i feed clues and play along to the mould of what they represent to me
and you should here the slips of my Freudian tongue
cant relate to this life
as you are stuck with something
you cant underestimate
the wisdom
and my own thought
and political views of what i know
and equality we should receive
and lies
and crippling nonsense
and treachery we receive
but that's just another trick up my sleeve
and as we all sit at this poker table
to play the card game that never ends
I've been dealt with the curse to replace the curse
and we will discover
if one day i reveal to you the underlying themes of everything in my life
you have no idea of
so stick around
think of a eulogy for me
think of something to add to this disaster
whop are you to me my collective unconscious
why am i here to search the akashik records that can be deleted
as i crawl through this thought
to the next dance with the dead
does it matter what they know
when i talk to the TV and it talks back to me in reality
you can see me
i play with the future
like a time capsule dug up
you will see
i am right there
chasing after statues
and impossible
you are moved by a poem inspiring movies
that i earn nothing from
some other dogma
some other nightmare
some other cult classic IN sunglasses
some other psychological testimony to be heard
what about the mocking bird
the redhaerring
and the afterbirth?
where are the keys to the unknown riddle i have yet to complete?
where is the string to unravel the beginning
what does it mean that the pieces are all around me
another diagnosis please
let me reach out to nobody and these silent tears for the state of the world
seen by no ones eyes until I'm murdered
rest on your shoulders
just another pill to swallow to change everything that stays the same who sees nothing who knows nothing
but this changes everything
is but a character
a slider
an artist
a fake plastic face
to be figured out
of the puzzle
i have called
from ten years ago
to come round me and represent the pieces of mankind
I have an ethnic friend
afraid to leave his home
an agoraphobic masterpiece
medicated
searching the art of conversation
for his opinions and belief
for his sanity that remains
I have a friend whose circle of friends
comes together
a few times a year to get along
but we really cant stand each other
we play games together
and tolerate our differences but behind
each others backs is a different story
altogether
kind of like the Olympics but smaller
the psychology of why the United nations doesn't work
doesn't make sense to me either
I have a friend who was once a hooker
she met me and had a few boyfriends
who told her she could do much better
now she has a sugar daddy and her daughter
she teaches the horrors of the controversial world
oh how i can pick apart television and media through
this hot topic of controversial moral fiber
my mother i wonder is really mine sometimes
as she falls for the worst possible man
she is fond of controlling men who represent oppression
and she has other children
some of the fathers don't care for their own children
but she remains a victim of some kind of oppression and terrorism
a long distance relationship that teaches me soo much
politics cant quite pick apart
what about my father another piece of the puzzle
hungry for money and hardworking
and never acquiring anything as the system moves to slow
with a life that is far from fair
never there too busy
psychological torture for those who pick apart this epic
they cant understand as i live it
there is my brother the protest against
the centuries
the age old wisdom of my way or the highway
and now i have found god
the homeless man moving on to find
drugs and booze are not the answer
but he still loves me
there must be another way
another way to get out of poverty
another distant relationship spreading across the land
they do not know who or what they are
only i do
What about music,
my cult
my religious brainwash device
to make statements of purity
to show you the statements of pieces of layers in time that fall apart
and come together in all honesty
control me
manipulate me
tease me
trick me
see your illusions already at my feet
and welcome to my family
some distant cousin
some relative i have yet to see
some other form of life lessons standing up
for fairness and equality
like my step mother who teaches me
that the deals at the grocery store are not deals but gouging me
to go back to child psychology to see where and what
yellow brick stones are missing
and how do we heal together?
my life lessons are one thing but theses pieces are altogether a whole new meaning to the Revelation of this masterpiece movie
you will see me slide
with my many identities
as i become your psychic
your Antichrist
your heartache
your inspiration
your boy of low self esteem
as i run from the nightmare
wiping my tears
as I'm medicated for what?
my psychiatrist is like the oppressor of reality
the guillotine of truth and held against bs she has no need to resist what she needs to see through
as my eyes are indeed confused
all these people do not know who or what they are to me
all these people i feed clues and play along to the mould of what they represent to me
and you should here the slips of my Freudian tongue
cant relate to this life
as you are stuck with something
you cant underestimate
the wisdom
and my own thought
and political views of what i know
and equality we should receive
and lies
and crippling nonsense
and treachery we receive
but that's just another trick up my sleeve
and as we all sit at this poker table
to play the card game that never ends
I've been dealt with the curse to replace the curse
and we will discover
if one day i reveal to you the underlying themes of everything in my life
you have no idea of
so stick around
think of a eulogy for me
think of something to add to this disaster
whop are you to me my collective unconscious
why am i here to search the akashik records that can be deleted
as i crawl through this thought
to the next dance with the dead
does it matter what they know
when i talk to the TV and it talks back to me in reality
you can see me
i play with the future
like a time capsule dug up
you will see
i am right there
chasing after statues
and impossible
you are moved by a poem inspiring movies
that i earn nothing from
some other dogma
some other nightmare
some other cult classic IN sunglasses
some other psychological testimony to be heard
what about the mocking bird
the redhaerring
and the afterbirth?
where are the keys to the unknown riddle i have yet to complete?
where is the string to unravel the beginning
what does it mean that the pieces are all around me
another diagnosis please
let me reach out to nobody and these silent tears for the state of the world
seen by no ones eyes until I'm murdered
rest on your shoulders
just another pill to swallow to change everything that stays the same who sees nothing who knows nothing
but this changes everything
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Pieces of my life(fate answered my call)
Pieces of my life(fate answered my call)