something’s wrong, it’s so damn simple
think it might just be released
candles burn and stain and trickle
beside the brain of the beast
breaking down and taking down
with very little sympathy
I do prey on the cases
but I pray no disease
I pray for your release
(I pray for release)
our thoughts are roads well traveled
good lines passing over me
that smooth idea in the midst of your glory
was thought up well before you or me
it’s craving and it’s hating
all this negativity
so it ends with insistence
in that café reprise
over banquets of bullshit
and plastic harmony
(plastic harmony)
life is all you have
so just praise it
for the beauty that you see is just the sight of the willing
give it up, in fact, not sacrificially
for the secret’s no secret, it’s just what you will it to be