There is a tick in my stomach.
There is a god in my throat,
An ambitious angel in my mind.
In a Society that pushes and congratulates and condones
...
Brightness in the sky
Upon their weary faces
Grows red like a lie
...
Tout est bon dans la modération
-All is dulled in Excess.
give me some Time and i'll waste it,
give me a Limit and i'll break it-
...
We shall take time off
But I will offer you a present
And you shall leave (the(the future) past) .
I will sing you a poem
...
let the smoke cleanse my mind
for that pure sight
let the smudge cleanse my soul
for a moment to see
...
Steeped in nothing
No true sight
Delusions of the future
Strong in the lack of non-consumption
...
not just about
what I perceived from your physical
manifestations stirring deeper emotions
not just
...