Accept Your Insanity - Coaxial

There’s a spot in my heart that the sun can’t melt away

And a sight to my eyes that’s becoming burning decay

I would love to be in the arms of a woman who loved my child

Made the ocean swallow the world in one motion

When I brought the earth to life, thoughts…

Colliding comets combust, corroding the earth’s crust

Purifying the future with lust mine as well clean them gust with disgust

I’ll trust for the darkness of night, until the ambient light appears

Beckoning me to the mic, walking on a rope that’s tight

Keeping my balance so I won’t fall cause below me are the hungry jaws

Giving off a repulsive stench that makes my skin crawl

An imaginary beast that threatens my imagery

It’s protuberent eyes plague the entities a pure distortion

That sometimes frightens it’s creator, manifestation savage

Playing hide and seak throughout the cerebral passage

I’ve lost myself in my brain becoming a hybrid mix of the monsters that remain

«some of me still here?»

Yes I believe so, or it is I don’t know

Do you know what I mean?

When the asshole constructed this shit

They assumed we’d get along some songs are sung with sad tones

Others are sidewinding slapdrones minds blown by uttered syllables on mic phones

I shake souls and touch bones so leave me alone!

Let’s be normal and have a group hug, stereotype everyone just to show love

Stop it!

Cooperate with the humans don’t worry about what your losing

Because they haven’t gained shit paranormal spit, just a non-vacant body

Of trapped souls fighting each other for control of the mind

With multiple personalities fighting each other for the sense of understanding

But the launch pad it’s not in sight so the landing it won’t end Up, Right

Left, Down stairs in a hallway that’s unattached catch that

And a realization might be hatched if it’s over your head

It’s over my dead body, twitching mall happy smack the snobby

Broken cycles that regulate the sporadic, there’s a filmy substance that

Still repels the magic yet undescribed standing to die

In appreciation of life sacrifice, bloody knife

A hand still clenching his murdered wife, warning signs often

Register to late in those post-psychic analytical debates

Well aren’t they smart, spit out some more tranquilizing darts

I can’t tell my personalities apart when I am sober

If I’m dazed I’ll keep dreaming that it’s over

And reject the notion of being rejected although you and I

Are insane and the fact should be accepted

I’ll start by saying there’s a screw loose

Mu discursive style wanders like wild goose

Squeeze the rigor-mortis juice considered needed

By the appropriate parties among history’s deleted

(divided chimes) slightly off time, although you couldn’t hear me

Even if I spoke with signs, if everything’s a symbol

This is what I symbolize fuck civilized I’m passionate

Like the instinct of an animal clamp like a mandible

Dimension parallel to the six legs of the insects

Where the dreams connect, in the outer exoskeleton

Lies the skull of a moron that needed oxygen

Breath with chemicals, lets feed with chemicals breed by cubicle

Please recreate my clone

I miss the first ones company and no I feel alone!

What a demented paradox if reincarnation is real and earth is hell

And religion is created out of evil to give people a hope of escape

By being oppressed no matter how the skeletons dressed

They could beat a dead horse to death twice patchboard controlled corpses

Although we are not really rebellious we just fight to repel the evil forces

Instinctively gripping our nature’s courses but the dull witted

Well they aren’t even listening so I guess

I guess it’s not worth mentioning, am I insane or is everyone else crazy