(Kotazzu-Neuroeden)
theres a bit of truth in whathever told story
theres a bit of shame in every past mem’ry
we could choose the path assigned to our livings
intending ta bring em on coming distressing
rejoining the broken end parts of our being
rejecting the past time across from the seeing
respecting dictating confusing amusing
detecting the finish avoiding the hating
becoming the sneezing – reapplying the squeezing
abusing the living innatural being
mystical technical slightly operational
somehow is criminal not yet professional
screaming deceasing updating the timing
bargaining the momentz ta bring hearth to beating
Leaving the toughts feel free inhalating
the spirit of fantasy dreams of a starting
a story ‘ll be dreamt far enough to believe it
the force of the changing expires on the downing
but dreaming – not joking – truthtelling – conspiring
rejecting – contacting – a part of the living
I tried to change
and you seemed (to) understand my pain
so I disguised
(and) now I’m wrecking out again
I hoped differences
uncontacted by offences
defendin’ instances
I’ll be here for you again
again
again
again
again