The Homogeneous Genius
My right hand is a burden of shame
My left fist is a stillborn catastrophe
I feel like in a babylonian tower
Collapsing in its c-ha-o-s-mplexity
My senses are overloading a spineless brain
My soul is a lightly corruptible guard
I pity my skin when it groans in its strain
Of keeping my poor self from falling apart
Cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
My conflicting parts
And let me be like a
Cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
And let me feel like a homogeneous
Homogeneous genius
If you´d cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
My conflicting parts. Yeah
My braincells are strewn like confetti in my head
My vocal cords - they are strangling me
I feel like in a baby loony´s tower
Collapsing in its c-ha-o-s-mplexity
My feces have got a greenpointed flavor
But my mouth rejects to show sympathy
I tower like a baby feelies loon
Collapsing in its c-ha-o-s-mplexity
Cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
My conflicting parts
And let me be like a
Cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
And let me feel like a homogeneous
Homogeneous genius
If you´d cut! Off! Off! Off! Off!
My conflicting parts. Yeah