The typical phraseology of those unknown to their manic side

Psychology or how to read a frantic cosmology who can't understand it

A damaged hand dealt ellipses and ampersands as clues as to what to do

When tomorrow is a monster made of dollars and daunting dishonesties

I think somebody's on to me

I'm tired of acting alone a dark hearted martyr wired on his own

Uncharted startup on his way to Tartarus with a cadaver and an abacus

Whistling abracadabra just to count the odds of never coming out of it

You know I'm proud of it

I'm looking for a hard part of him gone soft for an art lost

In the way that it's made taste the bullet, the blade

Post modern harakiri

A venom as sweet as nihilism is easy believe me or not I've believed in no meaning Vomited reasons like-a-bulimic genie missing his speaker

Woah

Speak easy when pressing the envelope lest the letter turn to another suicide note

In the symphony of dystrophy to which very few are really listening

Are you listening?

Now

It ain't hard to start where the pleasure stops

What is is knowing that the love does not

What is is knowing that the love does

I know not except that I know not

Says the neo not-so Socratic philosophy jock

Watch em flock to contemplate the clock

Watch em stop when the tick hits the tock

There's a time to act and there's a time to not

Watch em dangle from their question marks like hallowed gallows

Watch the watch watch, laugh, howl, weep, then waltz

Flick a cigarette at the sleeper's walk on its way up the block

Chop chop, motherfuckers chop

If their eyes don't pop then there's something to get

That they ain't quite got I can't write what

But I know there's bombs bigger than tomorrow that could swallow up all of us

And stopping em is like arm wrestling an octopus

And it's like we all know that we've forgotten it

So come on over to my house and we can play apocalypse

Ask God about the stars and dinosaurs and shit and then proceed to stop listening

And start forgetting it

Let's make believe the end of it let's split the atom on the eve of armageddon

Cause I'm betting that death is where the next breath is hidden

Ready to reason with the dinner guests at a burning Eden

It ain't hard to start where the pleasure stops

What is is knowing that the love does not

What is is knowing that the love does

Alright, just curb stomped some truth

Now let's pick gold out the bits of shattered tooth

Ready shoot

Thinking is easy when it lacks the meaning of bringing being into being

Yes, okay?

Now I'm guilty of being terrified of meaning anything

Overthinking to justify sleeping through the thick of things

Haven't pulled the trigger cause I'm hiding from the ricochet

Now I'm sick of it

Soaked in that menial formaldehyde

Like a pickling lord of the fickle flies

Mistook too many whys for being wise

Them Fishhooks in the corners of this fisherman's eyes

Ready, set, why everybody blind everybody, why?

Maybe if the Light weren't so bright I wouldn't need to be so polarized

When the days die and nights rise from the ashes in military fashion

Black as the pit from pole to pole

When the insomniacs emerge mumbling in Latin

For my unconquerable soul

Oh captain, my captain

What happened, what happened?

It ain't hard to start where the pleasure stops

What is is knowing that the love does not

What is is knowing that the love does