I was taught that existence is larger than any model that is not itself the exact size of existence (which has no size). It seems like the optical electric centration of this governed population’s meridian is lacking in collective perception. No genetic significance correlating to primary origins anterior to the perceptual innocence of paper ships. The empress of our consciousness, lilting through the telluric elemental world. This origami belongs to the great simplicity of the human community’s responsive actions to each genetic level. Those perceptions occur in one and the same momentary primary field, of centration. When will we travel through the folds of these paper ships and find bliss? Are we all running? Are we all complacent? (Wake up, wake up) Are we too tired? (Wake up) We fail to graph out the statistics of our failures and their possible outcomes. We are blessed by genetics with clairvoyance and logic. How else would the rich money makers in D.C. have held their reign as loan sharks, disguised as the working class hero? Strategize, society, strategize for sanctity in solidarity. Are we all running? Are we all complacent? (Wake up, wake up) Are we too tired? (Wake up) Our minds are being strangled and subdued by our television sets. What about looking into mere mathematical illusions that hold the key to our preservation of the planet, Such as Oppel-Kundt’s, Muller-Lyer’s or Delbceuf’s illusions on concentric circles, lozenges, parallelograms, curvature, etcetera? These not only give our desensitized brains a healthy workout, but they provide the answers to sufficiency. Celestial symphonies of our very essence and being, the electric vibrations radiating would not allow us to cry out on our beloved’s shoulders at the scene of a car wreck. We would not even care to consider anyone as, “beloved.” This might very well result in regression of the entire human empathetic system. Blind, primitively apathetic, dogmatic procreation. For without love, life as we know it is gone, non-existent, extinct, vile, putrid, barbaric, and death-ridden We are wound too tight from our jobs and money situations to be mindful of this necessary balance Of love, and compassion Wake up Wake up Wake up

I break down, Only so much lies I can take. Another bottle to the head, So the pain will erase. I try to read between the lines, But I lost my place. And I can't see the truth, It's right in front of my face. But who knows, Maybe this is part of the plan, Of the lie to justify, The person I am. A wolf at heart and the body of a lamb, My mind is pearl in the world full of sand. Can someone help me from this ledge? (Like a force inside that could change my mind) I need a hand in this life I'm living. (And it's just about time that you left me behind) Well I drown, Swimming through the eyes of the free. 'Cause I found the exit, And all I need is the key. And it seems I'm held back By the powers that be, Suddenly I realize that the power is me. And I know Hidden behind the smiles that you fake Is just a grown animosity For all my mistakes I pulled you in closer When you needed your space You bend and you bend Until I choose to break Can someone help me from this ledge? (Like a force inside that could change my mind) I need a hand in this life I'm living. (And it's just about time that you left me behind) It starts with a sigh of relief from the chest From a heart that couldn't beat, take a rest Don't blame me, I thought it was over A sad song that I never heard sober It starts with a sigh of relief from the chest From a heart that couldn't beat, take a rest Don't blame me, I thought it was over A sad song that I never heard sober Can someone help me from this ledge? (Like a force inside that could change my mind) I need a hand in this life I'm living.