I SHOULD HAVE DIED WHEN I WAS BORN
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A SON
"For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled"
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03. Read Between The Minds
Hit the sidewalk, do a side talk and a bit of contemplation
Observation, take it all in
Reality: step out of it
Mentalities: re-route a bit
Knowledge is oblivious
I can only give you this
Not looking for another lover witness
Analytical, metaphysical hit list
I use violence with my drive by thoughts
Shooting up people with telepathy shots
Planned to stand a better man but I ran instead
Could have took a look at all the shit that I’ve been fed
Escape minds, now I’m the paradigm, I think I need to adjust
Now we climb, not to find divine, I think you need to just
Read between the minds
Read between the minds
Can I get a little bit of time
Absorb the things that dwell outside my mind
Finding patterns in trees
Relaxing to see
Not thinking but sinking in my surroundings
Lay back on your ass
Sit in the grass
Step out of your social existence
Always think fast
Even if crass
As long as truth’s pumping it’s pistons
A lot is contingent on the master plan
It’s time to submit it’s out of your hands
Simplicity, if it’s basic it’s pure
Prophetic, poetic, and free of censure
Erasing the face of the norm
Seeking some meaning and then you feel warm
Follow the Tao it is true
Live in the now you know how it is to
Read between the minds
Read between the minds
04. Sugar
Just what are we buildings.
And dripping from the ceilings,
A steady stream of sugar.
From I.V. pins and needles.
Upon which I am sitting.
Though I’m never standing.
And if I stand for nothing,
Then who needs the improving.
And getting up and leaving,
Is just what trees are doing.
The table’s overflowing.
And me, I’m feeling empty.
And it’s getting up with me.
And we’re leaving together.
And I just said forever.
But I might be a liar.
It’s not like it is sugar.
And walking is so easy.
It brings you up to strangers.
But do you want the attention.
Is it a step up from the other.
Just who are you pursuing.
You can’t tell who in this light.
And it’s driving away.
With its lack of social graces.
It’s not like it is sugar.
Religion is the TV.
I use it as a blank,
It is spreading its warmth to me.
And I’m getting so sleepy.
And I will sleep so deeply,
That I will wake tomorrow.
I’ve taken all the covers.
Can’t use my excuses.
That you can’t seem to swallow.
I guess you think it’s bitter.
And I could say I love you,
But what would that make better.
It’s not like it is sugar.
