Is it true?
Is it true that all you’ve seen
is screened in front of you
in a lightspeed matinee of one second
just before the waking dive?
In the days when you walked
on Earth, have you ever had
the clear and pure feeling
of having been made for somewhere
that’s so far away,
a whale hunter on the moon?
Now that you’re there
among the distant stars
sittin’ in your nuclear throne,
dressed in comets and quasars,
Do you remember how it feels
to be right here where I am,
a stray dog in Disneyworld?
How much dark before the dawn
How hungry til the next town
Stars have turned their face away
I do know
All of this is up to me
It’s nobody else’s fault
All my failures are my masters
and a master is a friend
Now the angel stares at me from inside the killer’s eye
And that’s so much scarier
Death and Nature are engaged
in a teenage goth affair
making love on graveyard stones
Ironweeds are all in bloom
dreaming dreams of summer crimes
Colors burst in anguished joy
The blood red carnation flower
The blue genocidal wave
And the snow white cyanide
And the reason why I’m here
Yes the reason why I’m here
Is the game; is to believe
In what nobody else does.
