I awoke to a complex chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she knows only what she's taught so I turned to a Tree to see what he thought.
And he asked: ?When does three equal plus one??
The answer is Birth -- Life's creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past.
Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.
Because I believe in everything, I'm convinced of nothing.
United we ran -- divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear, invent a colour.
And so, it's gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and , thus, was born in a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.
In harmony with gravity always bringing everything down.
Tear out your mother tongue chlorpromazine incursion -- the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.
Flesh is food and bone is stone.
A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones.
Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
Logic's tough but brains are sweet, we've served our sup for the demons to feed.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comProjected self loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin; rage and intimidation lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.