So much hate

So much love

So much confusion

So much absolution



They say

That if I go one way

I can‘t go the other

But I know that’s a crock

And choose one I will not



I’ll take all of ‘em

Right here in front of me

Cuz I’m that free

Fuck your hang-ups

Fuck your pride

I’m full of your mistakes inside



I’ll be whatever I want to be

I’ll do whatever I want to do

I’m an automatic duplicity

I’ve got double-edged veracity



Two headed

Self-starter

In love with the energy of hate



But I’ve got so much more to lose

I’ll take a dichotomy over a clean slate



Oroboro

Self-destructive

Palindrome of me



I’m untying the knot

Cuz I never forgot



You think you’ll choose

One thing to rejoice in

You’re one millionth of a man

And when you get sick of that

You’ll just move on to the next scam



There is no way to tell

Who’s divine and who’s in hell

Except to see what they do

When someone rings Pavlov’s bell



I don’t pretend to be whole

I know I’m incomplete

But at least I know my boundaries

And I stand on my own feet



I’m second to your neurosis

I know where I stand

But in my own life

I’m a dedicated man



And I’m so damn free

To consider authenticity

In this world of distortions

Truth is how you proportion it



Two-headed beast

That’s the world, I believe

Every truth is double-sided

Emphasize it don’t elide it



I can’t stop

Un-making your sense

You think you’re some kind of authority

Cuz you tilt your head and scorn me



You think you’ve got it figured out

But you’ve got nothing left to doubt

In your little world it’s raining

You’re only happy when you’re complaining



You don’t respect me

But I respect myself

And I respect you too

Cuz I don’t live in your kind of hell



I’m two-headed

But you’re just torn

Between one petty loyalty

And your next triviality



I will accept ambiguity

There is no truth to find

Between the black and white lines

There’s only shades of other people’s minds



We will never run out

Of single truths to be made

That so-called sense you make of this world

Where all your little facts will fade

There’s just what you believe there is

And I believe in nothing

Yeah you think that I’m just bored

Or that I’ve gotta think there’s something

But the truth is all I see

Are your factions on the TV

And even your unknown political cults jump out of obscurity

When I walk down the street

Everybody’s got a message

You’re just another voice you think that you’re in tune with the so-called masses



What is this divinely heroic savior that you seek?

Are you not yourself a part of the masses living for the workweek?

But you judge us from afar

Who is fit and who’s sub-par

And it changes every week

Your reification of the meek



I swear my allegiance to nothing in existence the only truth I hold is that truth can’t be held amen.