Methodical Abrasions

Step into the mind of Thomas Cray

Like Buridan's ass, you can't decide
You'll starve until you die
In Plato's cave you see the signs
From another life
Children lie inside a well
So no one can tell
In a tapestry of lead
We will awake the dead
Into the sky, I cast a line
Hoping to catch time
If you want another tune, I'll change it for you

Beyond invasions of foreign nations
False abrasions on sick malaysians
Tax evasion; Media persuasion
No occasion can cause dissuasion
Paint your skin, call yourself caucasian
Cells causing microdermabrasions

Mortified by homicide, where it's justified and glorified
Magnified by the mountainside, Formaldehyde and pesticides
Terrified of open oxides and to our minds, what will betide?

Experience a myriad of serious and spirited Pyramids
And Iliads travelled distances by chariots ravelled
Delirious to Cerberus; Victim of the mysterious

I have killed just to instill and unfriendly chill, or even for pills
A hit to fulfill. The rent; Tranquil
A Patron idyll seeking clean thrills
Ceasing ill-will to wander downhill
Run a treadmill over the landfill

My confession to a drug obsession raises questions of my accession
Life's oppression, right wing depression
Sync digression with the profession
Unlawed possession with no discretion
Link recession's freshened suppression

Kill the portion that shoulda been abortions!
Fuel absorption's torsion distortion
Disproportion to youth's contortion
Kicked apportion, sore shin extortion
Reapportion to Death's endorsement
Heal the portion that should enforce them!

The moon is crescent; Overwhelmed fluorescence
Incessant essence of adolescence
Cough suppressant for a time depressant
Effervescent to syringe injection
Convalescent to poison digestion
Luminescent to skin acescent

This reinforcement of a mass deportment in accordance to a lying informant
Scanning orbits for what's important; Drug scoring for a Portland pouring!
Quickly snorting before the warrant
Ardent bliss precedes abhorrence

Throw a fit when the hypocrite boldly presents a counterfeit
Work Permits to take a hit
Hold the bowl and baby-sit
Mother's wit in a sewing kit
You don't like the rhythm, abruptly change it

I feel so, so alone
Since you left, I've been so alone
I feel so, so alone
Since you left, it's been so cold
I feel so, so alone
Since you left, It's been so cold
I feel so, so alone
Since you left, I've been so alone