Discerning the variables of your very existence,
Extracting the health from a healing solution.
Formatting copies of your childish dreams,
Producing happiness, but causing pollution.
The light is on,
The mood is black.
Speak your words,
While I turn my back.
Approach with caution,
Touch and go.
Moods are swinging,
To and fro.
What the hell is sense?
Sense-sense-sense is dead.
Dead boys' mothers cry.
Cry-cry-cry in your head.
Head-head for the hills.
Hills-hills are alive.
Alive-live and living.
Living to survive.
Survive-vive the crash.
Crash-crash-crash and burn.
Burn-burn-burn your heart.
Heart is of no concern.
Concern-cern your mind.
Mind your business.
Business is good.
Good-good boys confess.
Confess-fess your sins.
Sins show prominence.
Prominence needs sanity.
Sanity is sense.
Sanity is sense.
Sanity, sanity...
Sanity is sense.
Delaying the inevitable to the point of extinction
Tightening the noose around your neck.
Completing a weeks worth labor in the span of one night.
Avoiding the signature of your blank cheque.
The bets are in,
The race is on.
Time is crucial,
Your just a pawn.
Expect the worst,
Hope for the best.
Refuse th think,
Let your mind rest.
What the hell is love?
Love-love-love is dead.
Dead boys' fathers lose.
Lose-lose-lose your head.
Head-head for the hills.
Hills roll over the earth.
Earth-earth has no core.
Core-core-core your worth.
Worth a thousand words.
Words-words lacking vision.
Vision minus hope.
Hope and fate collision.
Collision causing life.
Life-life needs a light.
Light-light the way.
Way-way-way too right.
Right-right-right your wrongs.
Wrongs white as a dove.
Dove-dove flying blind.
Blind-blind-blind is love.
Blind-blind-blind is love.
Blind-blind-blind-blind-blind-blind...
Blind-blind-blind is love.
By: Clay Flemming