I'm not a product of optimism/ adopted logic rot where positive thought drops to the bottom of the pot you piss in/ I'm not fishing for compliments or fetching for peace / I'm tossing dynamite in the pond to eat what floats, no catch and release/ this is homage to the cynics/ bonded to realities consequences/ common ground found huddled around trash can fires in bombed out cities/ but I'm calm now, indifferent/ dissolved proud, pulse pounding/ back to primitive walk dragging his digits/ damned if I did it, damned if I didn't/ damaged goods, hear the fragments/ should've shook it before the john hancock/ god's plan stopped immediately after the apple was bitten/ No casual religion or lies to prove/ no fanaticism planting explosives trying to inspire the truth/ it's free range or prison state/ what side are you?/ information age or Plymouth gradient/ history plagued by culture specialized in misery's trade/ maybe it's a ving rahmes medieval phase/ That's how grey gets it Gettysburg addressing the envelope every single day

I'm watching the world decay trying to locksmith some worldly ways for living/ no more mislead hope opportunities knocking but I'm on the wrong side of the dead bolt/  no thoughts that unities progress you may belong but my friends don't/ accosted loony bin nonsense don't care if you are strong with the best cult/ chances are the individual survives but i bet the rest won't/  logics nuisance now we all rely on heaven to cope/ survive with a nuance of desperation to blend in with hell and center ourselves/ it's not the success or accomplishments it's the struggle/ in love with the stress the constant risk conflicts with the common concept of humble/  the conscious decision for torture at the source of the continence/ the competition pitting fate against the force of the confidence/ the kind of change that's forged under the weight of the final steps towards the abyss racing the wasteland thinking we were born for this/