I was born into this world with a fire in my eyes
I fed for 25 years, before I recognized
That I was searing off the paper skin of everything I loved
And was unsatisfied to look at them without their coverup
Happiness is found in its simplicity
A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing
So I opted for the crudest form of self-conducted surgery
To make me blind. To make me see.
Instinct I need you
Free from this guilt that they call ambition
Ignorance kills no quicker than vision
And still it takes so long for us to see
I am not your friend… or enemy
I am just a being in parallel
Framing wants and needs as something else
I have no brain
So breathe…
Suspended from the heavens
You look up to see God
Instead you find a preacherman
Who knows just who you are
He doesn’t like sin
He doesn’t like your smile
He says he will forgive you
But it might take a while
And now I am released to the ground
With serpents in the trees above me