The joke of history is it isn't a mystery to the ones who don't wanna know
It's just a string of perversions undergoing reversions with hot pockets in the snow
When things are at their worst it starts improving but the only real way to tell
You could be feeling better and getting sicker while freezing intermittent in hell
It's paradisiacal and quite maniacal the revelations heating up in your head
After cooling down a bit you think you're full of it and don't wanna get out of bed
There ain't no one to blame ya just trying to frame you for something that you never did
Demanding to convince everyone you exist is just a workout like a statistical spread
Trick is never forgetting to remember that we aren't even actually here
Its because we're moving and constantly grooving while our proximity disappears
With the whole damn planet a-plunging onward through the cold and sterile void
We're just under-sampling and aliasing forward in a wagon wheel effect conjoined
In meditation we reach equilibrium to relish stillness which we usually reject
The fact remains its not an illusion just a mirror of the void we reflect
In trying to use tact to avoid confusion nothing remains the anchor to our lives
We're sailing onward redressing grievance and selling our souls down the line
So how's it possible we can even conceive that we're usually just feeling fine
In a war torn nation caught up in cold fury with provocations from both sides
You don't need a judge or even a jury if you're quick enough on this ride
In paroxysms of executions compounded with a series of nervous tics
That's not religious order nor spiritual chaos or a random case of Tourettes
Just a sexual disease twitching from spirochetes and that could be as good as it gets
If God created the missionary position we came up with dancing in the streets
Its odd we're mated with nuclear fusion and always doing what we're told
When the whole damn point of being created is just a chance at growing old
Look at this joint do you think we're fated with a predetermined destiny
Well it depends on just how serious you're taking your own individuality
That's why I sing get down with me brothers and sisters and don't you fret no more
Flip that frown in the air and if it comes down heads don't get your tail caught in the door
