At the center of the equation,
the ultimate variable that changes;
The “in between” that will always be “in between”?
If I used numbers for letters to solve problems,
would I still be a genius in my own mind?
Or would I still be a mad man, lost in his own ‘verse,
staged before the common junkie, to be ridiculed?
I’m no mathematician: An artist of the language,
maybe once or twice – then the parasites started talking
by squirming violently; They will never tell you personally,
but they are not happy.
I really don’t know how they got in my head,
They must of entered in my ear,
cause with out uttering a word, I hear… everything I dread,
Oh the time is coming,
Everything is building up,
the gears are winding and winding!
Something is going to… snap…
I’m still at an impasse; X trying to balance wh-Y-at.
If you need an angels dead hand,
reach for my finger tips – they’re in the jar next to my jaw.