Encore the night recluse, J walking seeking the right infuse
to keep his mind in tune with the dilemma of his light issue
Early hour daredevil, imperiled by his own state of conscious
a keep going under the bed complex, being raised by monsters
Paved by nonsense, a dusty mind frame solid with brickwall paper
tries to resonate passion, old fashioned..a waiting call savior
Keep him on the line, tight stepping the good-bye high rope
till the touch of midas cannot cope with all these pie jokes
Not fit for the circus, nor working, not even channel surfing
could reflect the sentiments of worthless in what his eyes were jerking
What a profound sponge used for the sink inside Hells kitchen
fell wishing for readiness, drowning under a harbour of pearled wisdom
It was all television, these idiot boxes governed by pinheads
tongue in cheek, got him asking.."what was said and what it meant?"
Paranoid about what's being said behind his back, chasing his tail
revolutions of giddyness, unfocued images... wasted on thin air
Embracing his sins here, but it was unclear and he was see-through
a negative perception builder, no-one knows how he will see you
Shake him up and watch him repel til he rebels and becomes contempt
with the populous, and the consequence is his inner system defence
It will shut down and leave him opened up for dire predicaments
coz if he's not simply thinking, he'll react like an infant kid
Financial situation paceless due to an insistent, indignant occupation
constant consultation between mind and brain...mental deterioration
But they've all seen it happen before and wont go down that road
so the train comes for you and believe the track aint that slow
All's well til alarm bells start tolling and cards start folding
path's evolving...right or wrong, climb or fall, sight in motion
Time is closing in, trying to escape the under segment of the hourglass
scaling the outer edge to reach that sand castles tower mast
Before getting fragged by destiny, we're all the cast of thespians dream
because all a drama consists of is heartache, bad taste and misery
Watch as it tends to build up... and is viewed as our threat
it lurks til our death.... exploring for the positive outlet
But out it steps... and very much earlier than expected
making eclectic seem eccentric... in methods unintended
Unaccepted, one direction... it's ascension is a question..
that is to pester anyone that ever mentions the phrase... 'You bottled it'
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