I am a sick man
I'm an unattractive man
A wicked man
I don't know the least of my sickness or what exactly ails me
I've lived like this for a long time now
Confined to a corner
Neither wicked nor good
Neither happy nor sad
Neither a hero nor an insect
Taunted by contradictions
Replaying black memories
Frozen in place
With no one to turn to
And nothing to turn into
There is a place on the moor
Where I would wander with my eyes closed
Reeling; lost in something new
Frequencies lapped in the calm
But buried in calm, there was chaos bloom
Craving stimulation
Recall a mask reflected in the mire
Indifferent as the mushroom cloud caught fire
It barks that I need to hide away now
But that's a bit
Prone like a snake in the grass
Fatally stowed as the bangs resume
This war innate and ancient
Running like hell in a trance
I got to get home for the curfew sound
It cuts through all the suffering
Still see your face reflected in the mire
Indifferent as the mushroom cloud caught fire
You bark that I will need find a way out
My conscience screams to find a way
Die is cast, all is born this evening
Your exodus erupting for no reason
Your atom bomb had come to rescue me right out the
Mind-state 17 too pure to deserve
The conscience screams to find a way
Let me explain
The pride comes from the feeling that you've hit the ultimate wall
That, bad as it is, there is no way out
But you, you're still young
You might still seek out the root of the dread
And undo it
Don't talk don't groan
You've done enough
Don't waste your love on me
Each cell an abscess
Die is cast, all is born this evening
Your exodus erupted for no reason
That atom bomb had come to rescue me right out the
Mind-state 17
The conscience screams to find a way