Bare with me and my partial teeth that hold infection in my gums, yet feel so inclined to speak
We construct through observation and incriminate ourselves
While you use the words "decision" for the thoughts I cannot help
My attorney heart can be rude and bash; I regret that I've yet to correct this
But altitude thins the oxygen to our seperate, Latin languages
I'm sure it seems I side with Satan, but I claim just his advocate
My brain can't stop proposing questions to which script-logic contradict
Pardon a line through the learning slope. Did the Lamb's Book factor the autistic?
Should we exempt extra chromosomes? It's all sounding Calvinistic
In a world of questions begged, empathy leaves us contrite
Gaining spectrum feels absurd if G-d blessed seeing black and white
Blame it on pride, blame it on guilt, or blame it on hatred toward myself
Blame it on lust, blame it on sin. I blame it on sexual repression
Miracle mud never stopped enhancing sight
I satirize your side, but still it's something I have always tried to keep in mind
(In passive-aggressive past-tense, if there's a god, let him be G-d
I'll stick to my bones - this hope of a new, written code
Gentrified reasoning, lungs of solid gold
Learning to adapt, forgetting how to cope
Placebo suspicion
Half-lit cigarette, supposed premonition)
White blood cells and theories divide and regroup
While truth, ever-changing, only represents our points of view
It seems no matter what I do, scour details of my life
There are always pro's and con's; there are seldom wrong and rights
Is there format to my love? Am I constricted by my doubts?
I've overlooked my biases with every outlook I rule out
Plenty plausible designs beyond lines and dimensions
But if we were purposefully planted, I am sure you misrepresent the gardener