Absent Minded
oh to be a hack
was it something i said?
back and forth
in and out of your head?
was it something they do?
a dream of mine like a maze of the mansion
haunting you?
is it something for real?
a paranoia i have manipulated?
wanna make a deal?
was it something i wrote?
about imagery from the path to the house
relating to waters of sexuality and keys of education you cant figure out
was there nothing at all?
could realise the path was apast haunting my footstaps
and when the seasons never changed
the forest i saw was a future
and everything was all wrong?
back and forth backa nd forth searching through the records of this
the crime called you
the blue psychopath and my name
the first the middle and the last
are all sunfg in song
what do you know of the muse
shattered and still wandering
who do you speak to on deaths telophone on my living room table
when im not at home
the ouija board placed before me
back and forth back and forth
the cup is my lover
and i like it very much
at least im not entirely alone and i can drink from the lake of sex
in and out reaching there
where?
who?
what?
when?
why?
I'm going deeper inside myself
with deja vous to tell you
i've been there,
I've seen it
do we really have to do it again this time?
the house is the end of the path
the deadly end you do not see
the iamgery taught to me i held on soo tightly
for years and years
I repent
I repent I repent
and quietly i realise
there are no angels
there are no devils
there are no answers
there are no riddles
Everybody, everything
means something
a title wave you have to know my soo well to
see a little clue for you
playing with fire
throwing rocks into the future
wondering how its all going to add up
to tie on another
ive held my psychotic breath soo long im turning blue
but what do i say to my personified insecure self about my monster about to eat me?
and all the typos are not mishaps but an editors dream come true
my works are not entirely my own
so fall asleep romeo
and touch jesus
the false jesus
and re read the prophet after that
now i ask you am i making any sense or am i still a delusional blue psychopath?
dissapointed celebrity
whose fame i cannot see
but allow me to be the psychic retard
as you pay attention to something
to change your life
as you are offered bribes
of justice and righteous propoganda hogwash
to play hangman and spell words of inn or guilt oh sent
one by one ill poin them out, and their work deteriorates, not now my pretty
not today
not noticeable
not here not today
whose really in the lead anyway?
or do they take it on themselves?
back and forth back and forth
with your mind made up
and you read one more political view of religion psycho delusion
reality or paintball
dream come true
or medicate orselves with war
the court room fills up
as the colors pour into the streets
and the tongues misbehave
what do they say what do they say?
I cant hear a thing!!!
stigma(another)
creative way to throw me away
im not here to lead you this time my darling
just suggesting you get a grip on what youre here to say
any last words?
oh to be a hack!
back and forth
in and out of your head?
was it something they do?
a dream of mine like a maze of the mansion
haunting you?
is it something for real?
a paranoia i have manipulated?
wanna make a deal?
was it something i wrote?
about imagery from the path to the house
relating to waters of sexuality and keys of education you cant figure out
was there nothing at all?
could realise the path was apast haunting my footstaps
and when the seasons never changed
the forest i saw was a future
and everything was all wrong?
back and forth backa nd forth searching through the records of this
the crime called you
the blue psychopath and my name
the first the middle and the last
are all sunfg in song
what do you know of the muse
shattered and still wandering
who do you speak to on deaths telophone on my living room table
when im not at home
the ouija board placed before me
back and forth back and forth
the cup is my lover
and i like it very much
at least im not entirely alone and i can drink from the lake of sex
in and out reaching there
where?
who?
what?
when?
why?
I'm going deeper inside myself
with deja vous to tell you
i've been there,
I've seen it
do we really have to do it again this time?
the house is the end of the path
the deadly end you do not see
the iamgery taught to me i held on soo tightly
for years and years
I repent
I repent I repent
and quietly i realise
there are no angels
there are no devils
there are no answers
there are no riddles
Everybody, everything
means something
a title wave you have to know my soo well to
see a little clue for you
playing with fire
throwing rocks into the future
wondering how its all going to add up
to tie on another
ive held my psychotic breath soo long im turning blue
but what do i say to my personified insecure self about my monster about to eat me?
and all the typos are not mishaps but an editors dream come true
my works are not entirely my own
so fall asleep romeo
and touch jesus
the false jesus
and re read the prophet after that
now i ask you am i making any sense or am i still a delusional blue psychopath?
dissapointed celebrity
whose fame i cannot see
but allow me to be the psychic retard
as you pay attention to something
to change your life
as you are offered bribes
of justice and righteous propoganda hogwash
to play hangman and spell words of inn or guilt oh sent
one by one ill poin them out, and their work deteriorates, not now my pretty
not today
not noticeable
not here not today
whose really in the lead anyway?
or do they take it on themselves?
back and forth back and forth
with your mind made up
and you read one more political view of religion psycho delusion
reality or paintball
dream come true
or medicate orselves with war
the court room fills up
as the colors pour into the streets
and the tongues misbehave
what do they say what do they say?
I cant hear a thing!!!
stigma(another)
creative way to throw me away
im not here to lead you this time my darling
just suggesting you get a grip on what youre here to say
any last words?
oh to be a hack!
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