Chlorpromazine
I awoke to a complex chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she only knows what she's taught
so I turned to a tree to see what he thought.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she only knows what she's taught
so I turned to a tree to see what he thought.
And he asked: when does three equal one plus one?
The answer is birth, life's creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.
The answer is birth, life's creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.
Because I believe in everything,
I'm convinced of nothing.
United we ran, divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear,
invent a color
I'm convinced of nothing.
United we ran, divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear,
invent a color
And so, it's gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.
Because I believe in everything,
I'm convinced of nothing.
United we ran, divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
I'm convinced of nothing.
United we ran, divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
In harmony with gravity
always bring everything down
always bring everything down
Tear out your mother tongue-
chlorpromazine incursion the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.
chlorpromazine incursion the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.
Flesh is food and bone is stone.
A grey matter case for inner demons' microphones.
Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
A grey matter case for inner demons' microphones.
Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
Logic's taught but brains are sweet,
we've served ours up for the demons to feed.
Projected loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage
and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.
we've served ours up for the demons to feed.
Projected loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage
and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.