Is it time to take my brain apart again?
Into the mirror and down to the glen
Past talking flowers and bright singing stars
Where is my moon? I'm stuck here on Mars
Nobody mentions when they talk about eggs
That Humpty Dumpty had no fucking legs
And that when he fell and shattered to bits
The first thing to go was poor Humpty's wits
And when he hit the ground and broke
All the dust from his pieces - he started to choke!
So no, there's no way, once the mind is aflame
To stop short the burning, and no way to tame
The wildest of notions that infests the mind
For those terrible thoughts only fade with time
If I take me apart into us'es and we's
Inspecting my insides for this disease
The pieces that fall, sparkling, to the floor
Aren't quite all of it, there's so much more
In the dust that filters and drifts slowly down
To glitter lazily, scattered on the ground
Even when recomposed, crucibled and rebuilt
That dust still disparate, lost and carried like silt
Down that sweet river Lethe, where all things lazy-fade
No longer a part of me, now some hazy shade
How can I stand and how can I speak
When the glue at my joins falters, is weak?
How can a doll with no strings hope to dance
And how can a shattered egg stand a chance?
There's pieces too small to ever go back together
Storms that do damage too vicious to weather
In the end there's no more, all ground down and piecemeal
Held together but frail, waiting for the peaceful
Moment when repose can claim them once more
When the dust is all I can find on the floor
And the pieces are gone, all worn away
How can I put me together today?
When there's nothing left and no kind of glue
That can lift up the crumbs and the tiniest few
Shards of my soul, of my mind, of my heart
And mend them together, fix what's apart?
From dust are we born, unto dust we shall be
I can await the sweet sigh of the sea
When she opens her arms and calls out her cry
I know what it means when those stars fill the sky
So ask me, then, why not sand on the bar?
Why not drift away, why remain as you are?
A marionette held together with pins
Trembling and shaking and faking the sins
Of her kind, of her past, of her future that lies
In wait for the moment when her last hope flies
Why dance the dance, why hold out your hand
When down there is waiting the cool dark of the land?
The tears that you see are what keep me alive
Remind me I breathe and that sometimes, to dive
Headlong into madness is all that I need
To shatter and reform, until stop is the speed
And the race is the moment and the mind is the fire
When the egg on the wall begins to perspire
As he rocks and weaves and flails and wobbles
Soon his course takes him onto the cobbles
And there's no hope after that, not for him or for me
So in taking my mind apart, well, you'll see
There's no guarantee that we'll find sanity
Or that what we'll lose isn't something we need
But the dust left behind I can do nothing for
While the grinding of my shards makes so
...much...
...more...
Into the mirror and down to the glen
Past talking flowers and bright singing stars
Where is my moon? I'm stuck here on Mars
Nobody mentions when they talk about eggs
That Humpty Dumpty had no fucking legs
And that when he fell and shattered to bits
The first thing to go was poor Humpty's wits
And when he hit the ground and broke
All the dust from his pieces - he started to choke!
So no, there's no way, once the mind is aflame
To stop short the burning, and no way to tame
The wildest of notions that infests the mind
For those terrible thoughts only fade with time
If I take me apart into us'es and we's
Inspecting my insides for this disease
The pieces that fall, sparkling, to the floor
Aren't quite all of it, there's so much more
In the dust that filters and drifts slowly down
To glitter lazily, scattered on the ground
Even when recomposed, crucibled and rebuilt
That dust still disparate, lost and carried like silt
Down that sweet river Lethe, where all things lazy-fade
No longer a part of me, now some hazy shade
How can I stand and how can I speak
When the glue at my joins falters, is weak?
How can a doll with no strings hope to dance
And how can a shattered egg stand a chance?
There's pieces too small to ever go back together
Storms that do damage too vicious to weather
In the end there's no more, all ground down and piecemeal
Held together but frail, waiting for the peaceful
Moment when repose can claim them once more
When the dust is all I can find on the floor
And the pieces are gone, all worn away
How can I put me together today?
When there's nothing left and no kind of glue
That can lift up the crumbs and the tiniest few
Shards of my soul, of my mind, of my heart
And mend them together, fix what's apart?
From dust are we born, unto dust we shall be
I can await the sweet sigh of the sea
When she opens her arms and calls out her cry
I know what it means when those stars fill the sky
So ask me, then, why not sand on the bar?
Why not drift away, why remain as you are?
A marionette held together with pins
Trembling and shaking and faking the sins
Of her kind, of her past, of her future that lies
In wait for the moment when her last hope flies
Why dance the dance, why hold out your hand
When down there is waiting the cool dark of the land?
The tears that you see are what keep me alive
Remind me I breathe and that sometimes, to dive
Headlong into madness is all that I need
To shatter and reform, until stop is the speed
And the race is the moment and the mind is the fire
When the egg on the wall begins to perspire
As he rocks and weaves and flails and wobbles
Soon his course takes him onto the cobbles
And there's no hope after that, not for him or for me
So in taking my mind apart, well, you'll see
There's no guarantee that we'll find sanity
Or that what we'll lose isn't something we need
But the dust left behind I can do nothing for
While the grinding of my shards makes so
...much...
...more...