Play sarcophagus in the sky
On metal rods or altar slabs
The pinnacle of our mirage
Is a scab atop the scathing stab

Where'd they lead them?
The crowd just jeered.
Destination useless,
The crowd craves beer.

Can't you understand-
And see this clear?
Their brains are functioning,
Yet no one steers.

Dead weight tugs
Yet the corpse can't groan.
Were they convinced
That they knew of a soul?

Can I hear what I touch-
Or are they two in the same
Empty space that fills
This saturated place?

Tell me now
In your eyes of gold
Tis the sun, do you think,
Or a lung full of coal?

Jump if you want.
Can't you see we aren't sold?
Where in despair
Do you feel as your told?

So climb if you must
To reach this perception.
To fail, and to recognize
That truth is transgression.

That perception is subjective
To climb is to fall,
In the greater landscape
Not one is true; truth is all.