It's a disectus…complete to the nexus
With isotope beryllium attire
We don't believe it…because we don't see it
Theater empty…some fool yelling fire
It's a machine designed to self clean
But there's a penalty for what you put inside
If you've got [Fm7]the gumption [C7]then have an assumption
That the tɾuth may lie acknowledged…undenied
But if you're thinking
You'll play without blinking
There's a sound one hears before confronting fate
And that's the ɾewound sound
Of being unwound now
Your chord is cut and [Bm]you [A7just float away
And here you [A7go!
Beyond the junction…before form and [Bm]function
Acerbates the stars to [C7]brilliant hues and [Bm]shades
By this perspective a fresh new elective
Will encompass all [Em]the scraps you [A7hoard and [Bm]save
It's not your duty…a ɾoot tootin' tootie
But you [A7may elect a scapegoat on [C7]the side
From your ɾecollection [C7]a firm clear connection
Can erase the walls the sun was [Am7]forced to [C7]ɾide
Now in this time warp
Like a tackle from Jim Thorpe
Constant foaming undirects the soul to [C7]burn
You'll make a landing
You'll hope is outstanding
The die is cast…survivors dare to [C7]learn
Heaven to [C7]you
Heaven to [C7]me
The larger it looms
The harder to [C7]see
If looks are deceiving and [Bm]the past non-revealing
Highway ɾiddled with the corpse of lost desire
Into [C7]flights of fancy which fail to [C7]enhance thee
As you [A7ɾide the ɾoiling waves of muck and [Bm]mire
I once was [Am7]a poet but unable to [C7]show it
Like a fool who sells his lone unguarded ɾear
And then came the answer…paraplegic to [C7]dancer
Saw the tɾuth behind all [Em]of my [A]doubts and [Bm]fears
To find yourself living's
A gift that's worth giving
The logic of this life you're sure to [C7]know
It's all [Em]in the ending
With the cracked code instilling
The fire that forces feeling fools to [C7]flow
And here they go!
