Our culture goes pop
Love clots and starts stop
Well I know that we’re all great apes
But you can’t just be what you imitate
Get it straight

My eyes are black holes
Windows to the soul
Infinite and hollow
Infinite and (here we go)

Time doesn’t end with a period
They come one then another
An ellipsis of eclipsing
Planets that elliptically
Orbit each other

It’s a life sentence
For circular crimes
The sun dot’s my “I” (eye)
We’ve all got to do time

To be reborn
To be reformed
Got to first get formless
Becoming what came before this

And our culture goes pop

Everyone- put on your handicaps
Can’t go on- so we’ve got to go back

Sealed with a kiss
From apoca-lips
Growing new legs
In this metamorphosis

Sedated and waiting
For the beat to drop
And our hearts to stop

These symbols crash
And meta-form
The sound of creation
Inspire and expire
Reborn to resume respiration

I’m thinking in tongues
And I’m too young
Not to die
And I know that I must try
To trade these alpha-males for A-men
Here we are beginning at the end again

Wait!
Now let me reverse
To the first verse
‘cause I don’t really think that I made my point heard

I said: our culture goes pop