Theres a symphony of voices
Playing tunes inside my head,
Reverb back and forth
Singing joy, shouting dread,
Non harmonious harmonies
Fighting for a place,
Day dreaming rhymes
Taking head space.
A constant orchestration
Not with God,nor with the Queen,
The universe is aching,
Perfect rythmns what we heed.
Heart beeps on an emotional screen
X-ray dont show,
The severed shafts of arrows
Around the breaking heart that grow.
Nor the holes in the sky
Made by man and woman too,
How ever decreasing ozone
Paints the sky too vivid blue.
A constant orchestration
Not with God, nor with the Queen
The universe is aching,
Perfect rythmns what we heed.
Theres gaps in human auras
Where the Devil gets his in,
Theres gaps in the astral ceiling
Cfc's ley in the sun.
Is that break beat I hear?
Off beat neurons in my brain?
The tuning of an orchestra?
Or the ephemeral screams,
Of a nation gone insane?