hidden ideas and a violent thrill.
All this is mad.
I’ve been obsessed and I’ve seen these lights.
Pleasure became the confusing array
guiding the path of delusion again.
All this is mad.
Time’s slowing down with the coming night
Flying bugs around us, showing life inside me.
Why do we have the need to know
the cause, the news, the gods?
I see: passing dreams, no money,
honest love without fear.
We have no quest, no goal,
no rest, no peace, no soul.
I’m dead afraid.
Easy now.