Transmit through synapses when it conducts through my PNS; Movement to my cerebellum, a breeding ground for rhyme synthesis. Relevant to the culture relevant to the times; Adjust like a chiropractor, but first get a spine. Hail Mary, kneel and stand, cross myself like I’m Catholic; Cross section in my life, feel abandoned like a bastard. Don’t try to be a rat, but here I am drowning in the sewer I’m sinkin’ can’t swim, and if I do make it still smellin like manure. So what if I can, I can only do it so long; Break before I bend, my shoulders are only so strong. Used and use up enthralled in the ness of self centered; Propetiating successes by a lesser standard than should be measured. And I’ve never been super, even if on the corner there was a phone booth; It wouldn’t matter cuz there’s only flesh, no “S” under this suit. I know what I have, don’t want a walk away damned; If I do or if I don’t, don’t want to buy into that scam. Feel like I’m gettin pinched, walls closing in quick; Air can’t find it’s way through my esophogus. Want to know there’s a lamb, sacrificed blood ran; Scars when I seem ’em found in his feet and hands. Full God and Full man, full of something I’ve gotta understand; Too full for my hands and my mind are your plans. Over my mouth I put my hand, unworthy I have no reply; I have no answer for your magnificence, you are my Adonai.
Submitted by: Chatalyst