I am the sum of it all
I am but one of the golden
gleaming sons of the Lord
Permitting wonderment's fall
from neath the thunderous coil
The wreath that troubles a child
The reason blood is involved: the Jesus Juggernaut
The evil tuggin the soul that she was suckin off
The bees are buggin the birds t'eat their honey combs
He's another one folks should leave the f*** alone
Shakespeare doesn't write plays where people wander home
God'll explain the "why" when the room's gettin hazy
He'll only write a life lesson on the root of a daisy
Stop pushing five seconds, you'll see why you were here
God'll quiz you - get it right, and he'll buy you a beer
I wrote this when I learned that physical tragedy's useless
Propelling the miseducation what actual truth is
I was dragged to Jerusalem while extracting the music
out from my magical muse that makes my imaginings lucid
I am afraid of tomorrow
I see the blade of Gomorrah swathing way through the armor that smart people made
I see the way to evolving is all giving way
And "turn the radio on" is all I have to say
I see them making a monument for our yesterdays
Effort that could be aimed forward instead of pissed away
I see a world leader saying "misunderestimate"
I am a drop on the porcelain barely missed the drain
(chorus)
Crowds of crazy sounds, undulating down in echoes
What for? God knows
Do tell. Hell no
I'm found, God yes, inbetween these two legs that feel like home
The Revolution is taped - it's on Youtube, next to rape
Stupidity is on lock; it's up to you to escape
The Overman is real, he's coming through on his break
He is essentially to you what you'd say you are to ape
We talk about what is modern - we've a mutual hate
We use our brains for unusual for unusual's sake
Which could be "using the things"
Let alone musical things
But I'll save my silence for the Uber to break
(chorus)
