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 s**, nauseate, forever frustrate - I leech upon you
Push you down to pull me up
From the blind I pierce and s**, 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