Forever it seems
Repressing the Articulated
To make way for the Stipulated
Have the brain on a tight leash
Keep it close so it cannot stray
To affirm the manner in which
It paves for you the way
Thoughts, processes, feelings they are
Just a part of the brain pet
Part of the game
Singulated
They escalade
To ridiculous proportions
Procreations of thought masturbation
Postpone the journey
By regressing to another time
To the day when things went astray
Memories of wild wine
A sweet taste
Ending in a bitter race
Of staged fornication and rage
Make way for the Garlic Press
It shall crush you into a state
Of utter facelessness
The mask you regurgitate
The state of the oppressed
It will surely take you
To the place you know best
However
Articulating the Repressed
Shall destroy the things that you dread
And out of the closet the skeletons will pour
Ghosts, shadows, the army of the dead
Will lift the veil you suppress
Never to return again
As you progress
Your mind at ease
And your soul refreshed
Think of a glorious day
With nothing to regret
Dedicate the time you have left
To the killing of the Garlic Press
Repressing the Articulated
To make way for the Stipulated
Have the brain on a tight leash
Keep it close so it cannot stray
To affirm the manner in which
It paves for you the way
Thoughts, processes, feelings they are
Just a part of the brain pet
Part of the game
Singulated
They escalade
To ridiculous proportions
Procreations of thought masturbation
Postpone the journey
By regressing to another time
To the day when things went astray
Memories of wild wine
A sweet taste
Ending in a bitter race
Of staged fornication and rage
Make way for the Garlic Press
It shall crush you into a state
Of utter facelessness
The mask you regurgitate
The state of the oppressed
It will surely take you
To the place you know best
However
Articulating the Repressed
Shall destroy the things that you dread
And out of the closet the skeletons will pour
Ghosts, shadows, the army of the dead
Will lift the veil you suppress
Never to return again
As you progress
Your mind at ease
And your soul refreshed
Think of a glorious day
With nothing to regret
Dedicate the time you have left
To the killing of the Garlic Press
