Animate the internal eternal.
Light the path with your source potential.
Walk the golden road; activate the mental.
Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.
A dozen ravens circle overhead.
Squeeze the monkey; twist and bend.
Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.
Transformed now; the butterfly mends.
Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.
Lead me to an early end.
Jesus fucking Christ; I’ve gone off the deep end.
Swimmin’ in blood and shit with a neat grin.
Call me a Welshman cause I eat sin.
You can’t cast me out cause I’ll creep in.
Holy fucking shit I don’t know where to begin.
Guardian demons and shower goblins.
Voices in my head; got a thousand problems.
Shadows in my peripherals; I’m out of pocket.
Madman’s drill in my ocular socket.
If I had a gun; I would of shot it.
Blot out the sun; put it on my docket.
Phlegm in my throat; gotta hock it.
Like a freight train smoking; gotta stop it.
But I’m a sad wizard; no cap.
God keeps my depression on tap.
Mediate between the spirits; I’m that.
Schizophrenic, ecumenic autogenic, pathogenic neurasthenic, authentic genus on the way out dressed in all black.
Buckle up buttercup it’s time to face the facts.
No one can match this bitter seed; I’m the king of cats.
Jesus fucking Christ; I’ve gone off the deep end.
Swimmin’ in blood and shit with a neat grin.
Call me a Welshman cause I eat sin.
You can’t cast me out cause I’ll creep in.
Holy fucking shit I don’t know where to begin.
Animate the internal eternal.
Light the path with your source potential.
Walk the golden road; activate the mental.
Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.
A dozen ravens circle overhead.
Squeeze the monkey; twist and bend.
Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.
Transformed now; the butterfly mends.
Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.
Lead me to an early end.
Mediate between the spirits; I’m that.
Schizophrenic, ecumenic autogenic, pathogenic neurasthenic, authentic genus on the way out dressed in all black.
Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.
Transformed now; the butterfly mends.
Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.
Lead me to an early end indeed.
Germinate.
Germinate.
Germinate.
Lead me to an early end indeed.
Don’t fear the unknown; we’re just germinating seeds.
Animate the internal eternal.
Light the path with your source potential.
Walk the golden road; activate the mental.
Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.
Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.
Transformed now; the butterfly mends. -Michael David Ament
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