Starchild - Polymathematics lyrics

This train journey is way too short Not time for relaxing, no time for thought Resting was periodic, no solace was brought From this man's neurotic mind which was frought With madness and sadness, but lacking that badness To send him over the edge of this bland mess Created from the life he's been swimming in Permeated are his words, consecrated are the verbs Segregated are the stanzas of which he lacks no manners He'll spit like it's regulated by infinity and beyond Less of the Woody, more of the Buzz Talent lightyears from the fug and the fuzz Shrouding and clouding the judgement he controls Constantly outdoing, monstrously breaking the moulds Of which society has held him in, still locked up in Shawshank I won't remain like Andy Dufresne, I'll have Red to thank Maybe I'm living in the tears of a clown, it's all just a prank Waking up finding your brain's in a tank Mesmerising, soul initialising the end before you start You find that your mind was never yours, then what about your heart? Did I really love you, or was it all a part Of the chemical chaos completely courageous, Keeping clean could've controlled cholera's contagious Nature, but like it's human namesake That pill was hard to swallow, feeling hard to shake Socialism the cancer of a free trade universe Fleecing the elderly will only go and make it worse But Stalin and Lenin, Russian but never slowing Hitler with Eva, evil always knowing What its intentions really are, but mentions little more Than what you should really be hearing Truth and justice is close, ever nearing But its that same truth that's got us all fearing Closed the drapes, lock the doors, Over the window we'll end up peering There goes another son, now that family's sad and tearing Running out of space in prison, so the judges are making the decision To have the innocent fill up the ground Who really needs perennial weeds when the roots of d**h's fruits can easily be found Composting there like earthly mail o's, and there their souls grow worthy with new shiny halos Spreading those wings like the Nike tick, Hundreds in the sweatshops sew and feel the prick Of the needle stained with blood, hear the clock go click Like the gun against your temple if your fingers ain't so quick But let's not pretend that Fare Trade spells the end Of the used and ill treated, the confused and still defeated No money to feed the children, malnutrition will have them k**ed then And who do we blame, Colonel Mustard in the study Or hustlers in the game? Don't hate the player, heard it all before Plenty of Jehovah's, see me slam the door Selling me a religion, sorry son, can't afford it Worshipping false idols got you missing the Lord It's how you pray not where, but I'll still applaud it The effort you give it all, but then again I won't laud it Do I surprise you with my use of language Got you choking on my vocab sandwich And while you testify about the mystifying demise I'll carry on studying polymathematics, and collect my prize And record all my efforts, no need to revise You're working on the lows, I'm rolling with the highs You waving the hello's, I'm shouting out goodbyes.