If I told I was Christ would you listen?
If I told you roll the dice would you risk it?
If I told you that your life was licensed fiction, would you live it?
Would you get livid, or just dismissive?
Speculate riddles, this ego fiddles with percepts
Per step it turns pure purpose into disturbance
Your worst friends, and best enemies bend beziers
Swallow your pride and get curved, they whack anyway
You'll medicate
Self-deprecate jokes elevate that mental state
Born alone and dead with the leaden weight
If Heaven made Satan then anyone could be hella fake
Holding their composure with cellophane and some vellum tape
Casting an anchor in anger it seems crucial
And better than admitting your Devils can see through you
The star that warns of the morning star that mourns in the morning
Could be useful in proving that not all angels have scruples
But that's what you're used to
Basking in sadness and dapping Debbies that doubt
In the thankless labor of language, of course they want your course
To be slack jawed, languid and slacked off, through a trap door
That attracts bad thoughts as bad as you asked for
Cause you asked for it
And sat sorting a sad sordid path while scorching gra**
Before the mast that wore the albatross' course
If I told you I was Christ would you listen?
If I told you roll the dice would you risk it?
My bad I ate your plums, they were delicious
These frozen lips propose the coldest kisses
So listless as I hear the patter pitter of a heart that's rather bitter
Sipping nectar from a trough of shallow habits
And if you were a rabbit I would snap the little piggies on your feet
And hack that ankle so my fortune's guaranteed
I know you'd hate me but I'd relish in your suffering
And pray you'd run away but never leave
Of course I know you best, of course I love you
Why else would I message you with text that's so obtuse
It'd leave a normal soul perplexed?
I guess I'll be the sh**ty shrink providing whiskey drinks
And batting pretty lashes while the city sinks I guess
If I told you I was Christ, you would listen
If I told you roll the dice, you would risk it
Peter Piper picked some things he thought delicious
But they lit his buds aflame and had him wishing that he hadn't bitten
And Cinderella thought the fella made her smitten, so
Why he got her sweeping, doing dishes? Dig it
The sun refused to shine, your six was nine, the mountains found the sea
And now as much as then you find your zen while lying sound asleep
I'm popping in every now and again
I wear a mask so that you can pretend
That you have anyone to blame
But yourself, now and again