The Benign Author: Construct

Now we see the man arise
He's waking on a pretty daze
and through the haze
He tosses through the technicolor dreamscape to the factory
Bliss is a substitute for reality
Your perception of the human life has left her here

You will start to write another story inside of your head
You must move on above these memories
Now you wish you could see the light
Through the broken window, there's your guide

Oh my guide the light
Oh my God the light
All because my life
Oh my guide the light
Every day every setting is the same

Pick it off right where it left me
She will start fresh, she will start anew
But that I know I will do things differently
You can see I will craft my own path.

These words I speak to you
Go wipe the slate, you've grown fond of these memories
But I know you won't ever go see this end, go rest your head
But not here, not now, not ever again

These words I speak too
Cut out, cut out the old soul
But I know it won't go easy
But if you pull hard you'll know just how far
How far I collapse into myself now that I found my own truth

Now we all pray

Now the congregation comes to the knees
And all the horror as they look up at me
The congregation starts to pray
I am a complex God
I have a God complex

Of course my children I love you
Just do the two things I asked you to do
Wipe my mind and make sure you clear the slate
And I'll make sure you go home today
All your lives are filled with luxury
And awe through all few things you ask of me
Through the perception of the human mind
We cannot conceive there is no time

Now.

My yellow winged bird you are universal dear to my heart
Universal so...

Break these walls with a thousand hammers
And jam these cogs with my philosophy
Oh how I would love to watch this city crumble right inside my mind

Through the perception of the human mind
I cannot conceive the constructs
This is just another story, right?

Please someone let me know
Someone speak to me
Someone, somewhere, somehow
Some may know someone speak to me

Lift the fog
The altruist appears, she raises her eyes

Oh my God, got to cut it out
I know you'd like to keep these thoughts in mind
But they really have to go
Slowly raise her face to see the sun
She understands now it's time for me
She understands it's time for me to go

You know we've been given the same
heart but I will craft mine different ways

With ceramic mind and glassy eyes...

Stitch and sew the heart
Dreams and love pull through the eye
Needle and thread become the one to show
It's just a manifestation of my own