comes around
Soul sideways slippingDown a deceptive silent laneMakes the meeting of my makerThe maker of my pain.
Soul sideways slippingDown a deceptive silent laneMakes the meeting of my makerThe maker of my pain.
Intellectual lazinessborn quietly from withincreeps slowlyin your consciousnessstriving hardnot to win.
Darkness comes to us allIn timeRegardless of anyChoired rhyme A single dayA desperate findIn the end We hopeThat fateIs kind.
A failure completeIs a failure combinedBy acceding is existanceIt becomes a failure of mind.
Photons and phonon’sAre integral In themeTo the wave smashing code baseThe light of a first Machine.