The Introvert (Superjoint Ritual)

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief Meant to walk the crooked mile Never blink, never smile Sees itself in nothing much A skeletal emotion push Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons are controlling [repeat 1st verse] Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons are controlling The dropping ladder of crucifixion Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue A Mongoloid gaze Unrising, slumped over The dank seasons, are controlling A "never had", a "never will" In the syringe being pushed through The leverage that pulls it over Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat The pressure brings it up, then down