Observe & Control Creatures
Creatures
Tickling twisted tiny fingures
Poking pricking this drained soul
Picking bits of thought that linger
Clearing room for new sensations
Now I will be all intact
And I won't seek for affection
When the time is mine to act
I will aim with clear intention
Creatures creeping on my wall
They will guide me to oblivion
Where in time I'll have it all
All great pleasures of creation
They have never lost a fight
They are thought and they are matter
And they've come for me tonight
To release from pain and anger
Lead me through the drought
Leave behind all misery and doubt
I will not resist
I will not refuse this great bliss
Let me not be torn
Show me grand and imminent reform
Free me from the crowd
Show me my way out
If their words can banish silence
Will my wings present themselves
In a world of mental violence
In a realm of mute acceptance?
When the time has come to go
If I cannot shake this tension
I am doomed to what I know
To an endless lamentation
