by Rigning » Thu May 26, 2016 5:59 am
If this is hell, well that's fine with me
All of the wonder, presumably happily eager to follow the fool that's got into the head of me
We don't have any doubt, we're out there making friends
Unconsciously rolling through meanings from pollings, the answers are meaner sometimes than the means to our ends
So this is hell, what else could it be?
Basking in glories of glorified stories of a basket case who has just broken himself from the weave
We are not making sense, who really cares just how we feel?
Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings, a fist full of hands swinging clubs at our new baby seal
You think this is hell, would you care to bet?
Capture the beauty of domestic duty, the hampers are full and our laundry's perpetually wet
Think about traveling south, find the right something you might have left
Endless the road, wish your past to explode, actions remain base but intentions in treble clef
This is not hell, this is purgatory
Caught here in limbo, IQ of a dim bulb, how many gods does it take to screw in the likes of me?
You'd think one day that I might learn, stare in the light that you cannot see
I've opened my doors of perception and can't get them shut, now I feel ###$, for free