(Amateur Agnostics Anonymous
Hello. My names is Mankind and I question the time before me. I question the years to come. I wonder about the miles behind me, and ponder the miles after. Is what above reality, and is what lies beneath really a lie? Answer me!)
Another soul heads to the big bank, loans spent on atonement
The same one questioned when he took his heart as the lone friend
As a partner through the harder parts of the implosion
(It's all caving in) Grab your head, grab your dreams and decode them
Pull the ego over your eyes before the night goes red
Why'd we do that That's what the modern blondie pope said
Then I respect it Don't inspect this, it's hopeless
Join the slaves, erode from the injections of perfection
The opiates relative - it lessens your sense of direction
And lets us detect that death wish found in your presence
It's so fucking perplexing, gods among men living in fear
Attrition's the nightlight, but faith exists in the tears
Reality tricks you to feel
the cages - the bars. We're all prisoners here!
So thrust the key in your heart and turn convincingly
Make it the epitome of litany, not the derivative; fear!
So tell em what you dreamt of, what you listen to hear.
"I had dreams, paths were in them, these visions are weird
Toward the ocean, A Silver Sea, pretty queer
Before a baby blue limo with guns began eclipsing the pier"
(Speak it brother...) *applause* (Damn...) *a pause*
The source of repent, of course the Penitentiary
Souls with calender walls, saying what "the tallies meant to me"
No unsentenced denizens say this is cleansing, a baptism in Nazareth
From the Nebuchadnezzar slash passive acting advocate
Only gasping lips from the ones they filled their flask with shit!
Begun grasping this? Nah, you can't detach from bliss
Until your on the death bed and I ask for it!!
(Yo he just met the casket) and those around him?
(Are they hearing impaired, I don't think they could hear his despair
What's his name, let me send his parent's flowers)
Haha.. in reality they've been aware for hours he has many names
Mr. Deranged, Mrs. Lost, Ms. Addiction.
Sir Crippled. Lady Little. you get the jist of it. (It's riveting)
(I've listened, but listen to me) I respect the imperfection
I respect the good intent of retention as I inspect this dimension
Drop the possessions... and I'll feel each missed step
And after you live life, perhaps I can let you live death