I awoke to [bad word] chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she only knows what she's taught so I turned to a tree to see what he thought.
And he asked: when does three equal one plus one.
The answer is birth – life's creation.

Then suddenly [bad word] 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 [bad word] enemy to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear, invent a color

And so, it's gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.

In harmony with gravity – always bring everything down
Tear out your mother tongue-chlorpromazine incursion – the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.

Flesh is food and bone is stone.
grey matter case for inner demons microphones.
Fields of shells that luck in murky waters.
bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
Logic's taught but brains are sweet, we've served ours up for the demons to feed.
Project loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage
and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.