If i can�t feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to,
the temptation hits, my grip it could slip, i could give it up.
but if i can�t feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to,
i won�t cheapen myself, i won�t be patronized by lethargy.
And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule,
but i don�t deem myself that simple minded.
and it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures,
but i keep on drawing blood.
and it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge i
nstead of an excuse.
You built yourself a socio-cultural trap,
launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge.
if you get what you want you can�t play hamlet to the balcony.
And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule,
but i don�t deem myself that simple minded.
and it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures,
but i keep on drawing blood.
The ultimate expression of commercialism
the wholesale commodification of sensation.
the ultimate rejection of asceticism
the doors of perception kicked in.
the ultimate conception to considerism
a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted.
the ultimate perplexion of ethicalism
as you imbibe the denial of choice.
the ultimate conception
of ??????
the ultimate repression
of ethicalism
if i can see straight i can�t lie.
Let�s put an end to this falsehood,
to the conception that this is different.
misunderstood and misconstrued,
alternative only in vocabulary.
you leave the office on a friday,
swap one glazed expression for another,
for 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes
at the masquerade warehouse.