on Collective Madness

[dead man]

@Innovator



I've been seeing sounds accumulate like snow in the yard
rippling, like velvet gloves or curtains or scarves
worldwide broken mirage. speaking intrapersonal scars
listening, closely to all of them. they spoke of Descartes
telling me the body is a vessel, a jar
musculoskeletal farce. a legend that we're told as a toddler
so we believe all along. mythical like stones of Gibraltar
psych ward, the overdosage forced in my palm
set me free like raven feathers or a company car
it feels like a migraine when i summon the dark
paint-marker scrawling joker cards like, luck of the draw
we're in the same room but aren't talking, its strange
but we've had a conversation in my brain. walk the plank
you told me it was worthless so i'm thinking the same
reminiscing while predicting what is destined to change
we've discussed the revolution of 3008
one millennium since we've been committed to chains
walking barefooted on the edge of a blade
one side is undecided and the other's a grave
everybody breathing stands for something to gain
but its adaptable for us to trust each other the same
antipsychotic the capsule that you fed me today
eat it like a vulture once your body decays
its a common misconception that we welcome mistakes
tell me of your prophecy and nail me to stakes
i'll forgive your heresy and wish you the best
while snake venom hisses down the back of your neck
close your eyes and see it now. the mattress is wet
theres no sheets. it all smells like apple juice and neglect
Black Sabbath cassette. dinner time from 7-10
they say i'll never feel the dreams here ever again
i believe. i can feel them every evening at dusk
asleep, they possess me like compassionate lust
put us in the same room. let us palaver, discuss
we'll both forget ourselves - what actuality was
they can pad the walls. its camouflage. a mask for a face
there's paradise in powder where perception awakens
where i'm real and independent and courageous and sane
but its molding clay and recollect and paper mache
so let your memory race. rewind, eject and erase
choose to build yourself internally cause everything's fake




DEADMAN