My temperment sleeps with leviathan
Quiet and lumbering, dreaming electric
I amble silently seemingly sleepwalking
Thinking only of ways we connected

Disaffected by scenery, environment
Nothing eats away at what I've become
A ghost in the shell, neither in limbo or hell
Heaven knows I'm comfortably numb

All tomorrow's parties serve gala spectacles
Over obstacles I lob innuendo, vault potential
For to awaken my soul to moment
Foments love's subconscious into something more influential

I'm home, the roaming mind of the heart that never left
The enchanted walls that protect my light
From ever seeing night or day, I'm again vulnerable
To subsist on a steady diet of nothing, until something turns right.


"why do we have a war on terrorism? we need a war on apathy and ignorance." - maynard james keenan

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