Paper and pen hold no justification
This mettle welds a violent reaction
No clarity north, no friction in the jeans south
This ever pursuant journey known as knowledge
Falters – wanes, there’s blood on the window pane
From a ruptured brain’s persistent toil and recoil
A mind divided cannot conquer the pressures of the everyman
And a simple revert is an invalid command
I cannot go back -
These lips have tasted sweet flesh
Have felt the breath of passion
And the talons of separation
Cast to live my overblown self-illusion or a forgone confusion
My mind is a shaken snowglobe - fully active when possessed
And fully lethal when set into action
But can you tell me where i lost my gas pedal?