Quota Of Simplicity
What you say now what you do
A reasonable work of art
Attached with stones and bricks to make it safe
Tourniquets to really make it firm
These thoughts are obsessions
They lock me away
These thoughts are obsessions
They scare me away
What you see now what you do
Pleasure that would fall apart
Arranged with rope and string so it won’t move
And cellophane to really keep it clean
These thoughts are obsessions
They lock me away
These thoughts are obsessions
They scare me away
There is violence and hate
Religion and lies
There is murder
Intolerance
Respect for aggression
Don’t talk to me
When I’m in this state
Let me breath in the silence
Of being contained
These thoughts are obsessions
They lock me away
These thoughts are obsessions
They scare me away
In claustrophobia
In claustrophobia
In claustrophobia
In claustrophobia
