(2014)
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
Time is relative, And moments can seem long, But they add up fast, And then they’re gone, We don’t have long before we die.
Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,
I spent 16,000 years in pure light… And finally found a way, There’s a hole, At the end of infinity, Just big enough to die through,
We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,
A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
Pulled outward, While drawn inward, Held at the verge, Holding balance, Balance holding me,
Shape end sound, Taste ant texture, Mined make(s)cents, Know knead four Lecture,
Can a key be blamed for what’s beh… I shed a tear, For every moment gone unspoken for… Just as words cannot define our gr… My touch cannot confine this compl…
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
Do you believe in god? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in tradition? Do you believe in superstition?
||: Unattached, Each moment being connected, Burdened, Each moment being heartened, Concerned,
When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…
Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...
