Will you never learn?
Take a look at yourself,
swallow or upchuck the lump in your throat,
take the time to exhale, just laugh at the madness,
either way you're part
of the chorus of cacophony,
just another freak in this expanding circus,
cornered coauthor and perpetual participant.
Stumble, stagnate, or dance freely,
hang on tight if it suits you.
Doesn't matter, it all moves forward,
all entropy but the eyes.
Just no way you're going to keep this, boy;
it owns you as much as the reverse.
Given long enough its all water
in a white-knuckled fist,
so stare into the black-ocean silo.
You know they never blink.
Truth isn't arrived at by consensus
and the masque that you're wearing stinks.
It's time to change.
Transience is the only form
of permanence in the cosmos
save for the witnesses
so spread your arms on the way down.
Remember that if you ride gravity facing the abyss,
you only swallow your own screams.
Just turn around, turn around.
Take a look at yourself,
swallow or upchuck the lump in your throat,
take the time to exhale, just laugh at the madness,
either way you're part
of the chorus of cacophony,
just another freak in this expanding circus,
cornered coauthor and perpetual participant.
Stumble, stagnate, or dance freely,
hang on tight if it suits you.
Doesn't matter, it all moves forward,
all entropy but the eyes.
Just no way you're going to keep this, boy;
it owns you as much as the reverse.
Given long enough its all water
in a white-knuckled fist,
so stare into the black-ocean silo.
You know they never blink.
Truth isn't arrived at by consensus
and the masque that you're wearing stinks.
It's time to change.
Transience is the only form
of permanence in the cosmos
save for the witnesses
so spread your arms on the way down.
Remember that if you ride gravity facing the abyss,
you only swallow your own screams.
Just turn around, turn around.
