Bobcaygeon

View the topological map of my sarcophagus

I’m Wallace reincarnated by my own esophagus

The verbal obelisk humming nirvana and Vonnegut

The mind is a conference of comments and astonishment

Economical collapses, pollution in the synapses

Heavy smog births the whimsical world of the labyrinth

Since the chains were slapped on the wrist of Alice

I’ve been running with God to defeat wrath with malice

Something about the chalice overcomes a palace

Through the cage I’m in, the gratefulness favours in

The bold who gives the most with expecting to be paid again

I wanna just set sail to the nebula and bobcageon

 

Just wanna sail, never wanna see a cell

Never wanna sell, always keep my mind swell

Represent the world as Heaven, not Hell

Since we fell, the mind has been artificially compelled

 

Uh, i met the thief next to Jesus as we rode through the abyss

He said Heaven was to explore the space and its bits

He even showed me the other inhabitants

We sent letters to mars, cards and even messages

To direct them to earth to destroy each nemesis

Since I was conceived I’ve been the operator of Genesis

Watching out for the future and the unholy pessimists

Take my eyes and can you see my own fellowship

My bouquet of flowers is me never dwelling on devil shit

 

Just wanna sail, never wanna see a cell

Never wanna sell, always keep my mind swell

Represent the world as Heaven, not Hell

Since we fell, the mind has been artificially compelled