Beauty is simplicity, and it’s
Simply beautiful.
Simplicity is beauty, and it’s
Beautifully simple. X2

Rain drips down the window pane.
Slips from sane to insane
as his brain remembers joy and pain all the same.
Thought’s caught between
What’s been taught and lost
and learned and earned.

The burn is a freeze,
Still humidity is a cool breeze
As he screams “I’m free!”
On his knees, towards the ceiling,
on the ground, where he fell on the floor
Asking for much more than he could afford
or ever even worked for.

Bored yet excited,
Lords and war
yeah, he tried it.
Bite it, chew it, consume it, lose it, gain again
In between life and death,
Beginning and end.
Racing towards the finish line
while tryin’ to find the time to
Stop, Look and listen
Taking what’s been given,
and giving what’s been taken.
Misunderstood, mistook,
Mistaking his assumptions as facts,
He lacks to grasp the fact that no one’s first or last
And the past has happened and you can’t go back,
though he tries and he tries
with his “hi’s” and “goodbyes”
and conversates without lies,
Though he’s still known to break down and cry
from time to time,
He’s fine and dandy
Eats up life like candy on Halloween
Stands up straight while leaning
Beaming of light
Thunder growls, lightning strikes
As night begins,
He catches a glimpse of the sun
That is ever-loved, ever-present, ever-still
As the Earth,
Spins on it’s tilt.

He is his god, he is his jester
He is his love, he is his hate.
He’s what you hate to love,
yet love to hate.
He’s his own first mate on a fishing boat without bait.
He’s never early or late
‘cause he never sets a date.
Never says her name
‘cause it’s the one he doesn’t like to say or hear.
When he’s far he’s near,
When he’s near he’s far.
The freezer’s his bar.
No car, no job, no phone
Still alone yet together forever
under the shelter of weather.
The sky beneath and the earth above
Through his hate he loves,
Due to his make-up,
he comes to the conclusion,
There’s no one solution
No one can make the movement,
But there can be One Movement
Where the masses dance together
at their own beat, and their own speed and their own time
Though no single-file line in mind
‘Cause he finds most use of himself in recluse
from this twisted system at hand.
In his, he holds a piece of paper and pen
and camera to document the acts of men.
He loves and savors and savors the flavor
And he would rather have substance that matters,
Than matter that lacks the substance.

He would rather have substance that matters,
Than matter that lacks the substance
He would rather have substance that matters,
Than matter that lacks the substance.

Genetically modified, homogenized, pasteurized
Civilized, civil lies
Realized I have these real eyes to see these real lies
hidden by all this artificial flavor and color.
Like lightning without thunder,
We slumber through the wreckage
‘cause there’s no sign of damage yet
Until we wake from our beds
and see the mess left behind by our kind.

Beauty is simplicity, and it’s
simply beautiful.
Simplicity is beauty, and it’s
Simply Beautiful. X2