The Introvert

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief Meant to walk the crooked mile, never blink, you never smile Sees itself in nothing much, a skeletal emotion push, no Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons are controlling Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone Sees itself in nothing much, a skeletal emotion push, no Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons are controlling The dropping ladder of crucifixion Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue A mongoloid gaze Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons are controlling A 'Never had', a 'Never will' In the syringe being pushed through The leverage that pulls it over Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat The pressure brings it up, then down Like, like Unrising [incomprehensible] it slicks, it slicks away Now it's over [incomprehensible] It's got a gift Reality It's got a gift Reality It wasn't real Now it's over [incomprehensible]