Hard to Tell

They're after another day
They're after a passing thought
There's electricity inside of me, foaming out
Nobody can see it
I've been dying to be captured
The shadow of death around every corner
Jagged lights in its eyes
It's telling me to smile and laugh
Here's you medicine
Wicked holiness, stride with me now
Wide widths. Why or without
I don't know
It's really hard to tell anymore

Every letter is fading eyes
Vowels in the tone of an alpha better
Ladders form, misconstructed as mirrored memes
A higher source of scarcity only with what?
I pay my dues
I will pay for all of them
And a thing about wonderment and mystery
I see that sparkle in you eyes
Is it hard to tell me you stopped listening to those voices long ago?
It's hard to tell...

They're after another day
They're after a passing thought
Closed eyes, grieving
Don't close the door on me like that!
The Archon tightens its grip on her
A tempestuous tribute to the sky
Leaves turn upside-down
They leave their doors unlooked
Behind every history: a curse
Vetus cuomodo sanies significatur
Great urges and loud warnings
No feeling of admonishment though
Actually, it's hard to tell

Every letter is fading eyes
Vowels in the tone of a gamma delta
You owe for everything
Why and without, I know
Bounty of what is already wonderful
Spelled by protons
Guests of barking out blithely via quarks
Why do anything?
For lust? For mystery?
To say your prayers?
Is it hard to tell them to me?

A tuned monotony of greater causes
A synaptic, totalitarian demiurge
As simple as it comes, lumbers horribly
Its stench puts you to sleep
Its eyes swallow all light in an impermeable darkness
Jokes about its enforcement of reality can't be overstated
You kick in its maw
Your soul screams to be let out
But it's just hard to tell if any noise comes out at all

Falling down, down and in circular motions
An endless acceleration
Into the bowels of a fractal oblivion
To be flushed from the surf of its bile to its shores
Dense with primordial foam
Is thereto evaporate and become rain
One last time, and never again
One last time and never again thereafter
Endless circumstances, parching God
Are reminded by their own entropy
Their sending messages in bottles
Their resemblance is a baby down the Nile
But the Queen might not see it
It's just hard to tell

A tuned monotony of greater causes
The refined order of militaries
Violence and destruction
As much as zealots clamor to see
Why does society desensitize itself?
What needs to be shown so sorely
That each day should be born
To rot out their eyes with the jelly of blue light
And millions of videos
Where everyone gets fucked and dies?
Either you're still waiting for the punchline
Or you missed the beat
I guess it's hard to tell

Falling down, down and in circular motions
All knowledge whittled away
To little more than vain delusions
Vain delusions
A funneled web of illusion
Hallucinations in which the living memory of the ego
Can no longer forget its inadequacies
And we sit
And we glare at them
Seeing enough to believe
Believing enough to be
Leaving rarely enough we're trapped
You get more dopamine being safe
You get more dope on your phone than in the street
Why am I here?
Why but for all of these reasons this place exists?
I used to think I knew
But it's just hard to tell...