life is a slow boat to Thailand
there is no reason to take it, but you will
it's all you have, for now

to the backwards audience as they storm the stage, you are the spit on your microphone
It's all you are, for now
for or against, clearly without reason

clearly a bad roll, huh? an unfortunate hand
to the heart, as it sinks, and it will, and the breath that follows when you lose

your soul harbours an opinion I disagree with
your soul carries a body that I love

your soul, clearly without reason,
for now
your soul has not chosen you
it is stuck with you
even when you're happy
even when you're here
and especially in the past

I am you,
I've tried to convince you of it
I failed, of course
believe me, for now

I know that place somewhere supressed in rationality
It's a physical understanding we have
The real, subconcious home
normality is what I'd consider it.

what ive learned is that there is no pulling punches here
I am the bomb, for now
to the backwards audience
in their back pocket
in a swift movement
in an idea
in the iris of your eye

but not for much longer, I promise you that

I'll see you tomorrow
I'll see you all the time, in fact
there in that place
It's the last trick up my sleeve

Man is the fifth dentist; everybody's a critic
Man is the noise he makes
Man is the brain telling you to jump
Man as the muscle
Man as the idea

you, alone, singular: projected into clean space.

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