Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Sink


Does this picture paint a chair to sit on
To make my peace and view my life from
Monkeys singing perched on trees
Saying the joke's on you

Could it be the light from a collider
Hadron's light to shine in my cellar
And all the chosen people cry
It's alright and true



From right to left the dust is red
Can't give it up
Till the sky is blue

From the North and South
What are these tears all about
Everything's changing hue

Start my implosion from this commotion
Can't help to blitz this motion
Everybody in this box
Say follow through