I find god in the most devious of places,
In monks,in religions castrated
In a strangled bird that sings
I find god without wings
In delusional angst, I claim defeat
What you have is what I need
A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion
I am what depletes
I am the scorn that dares to reap

he has no mouth and he must scream
i have a mouth and i must scream
but what for?

was the devil waiting at my door?
was it because the sun will shine no more?
was it because i can’t find the truth of life?
or was I see green as gray, and day as night?

he has no mouth but he must scream
he has a reason to scream
i have my mouth and i can scream
but what am i screaming about?
i have my mouth and i must scream
but i can’t seems to find out why?

I say, I smoke not.
And I do as I say.
Then why do procrastination feels like one?
Making me an addict when in stress and anxiety.
Giving me the comfort yet controlling my actions.
Until I finally feel like a fly caught up in a web,
trying desperately to free myself.
And I say again, I smoke not.