The Introvert

Superjoint Ritual

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone

Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief

Meant to walk the crooked mile

Never blink, never smile

Sees itself in nothing much

A skeletal emotion push



Unrising, slumped over

The dank seasons are controlling



[repeat 1st verse]



Unrising, slumped over

The dank seasons are controlling



The dropping ladder of crucifixion

Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue

A Mongoloid gaze



Unrising, slumped over

The dank seasons, are controlling



A "never had", a "never will"

In the syringe being pushed through

The leverage that pulls it over

Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat

The pressure brings it up, then down