Pondering a thousand traffic-choked mornings,
still blind to the graphic warning and the fat lip on his
pay cheque's sugar tit he soaks in his shrink's leather
reclining luxury with no peace of mind, just pieces to mind.
Could it be that the sub-reality is not just a pollution.
it's unnerving, am I controlling?
Could it be life's congenialities pose as an illusion?
Before you lose, first you must own.
Supposition becomes a new recognition,
dawn descends on his dull submissions,
his mind it reels, it starts, it breaks and wheels.
He shrugs and throws the straddling shadow away
This ignored cliché, his startling exposé.
It can't be that my possibilities are led by prostitution,
though denial is self-betrayal
Does this mean that shadows can't lean in the face of no delusion
Awareness arms so wear it out.
Breathe in slow.
How can you lose what you've never owned.
Breathe to know.
Open wide now you run the show
Oh to taste you and to hate you.
Make you mine, spread you wide.
Eat your insides outside push you down to pull me up.
From the blind I pierce and suck, nauseate, forever frustrate - I leech upon you.
Push you down to pull me up.
From the blind I pierce and suck, nauseate, forever frustrate.
Breathe in slow.
How can you lose what you've never owned.
Breathe to know.
Oh to taste you and to hate you. Make you mine, spread you wide.