My way is the highway, an anomaly, a full
stop.
My sanity my sanctity, a sun’s teardrop.
Shady shrouds, chiasmic wits clamber my
flaming soul
The stepping stone to infinites, the aroma
beneath coal
The reversal in minds time,
And waves that come and go,
I set sail in colossal mime
With a mammoth, a vertigo.
An apocalyptic heaven above beacons the
white dove
The path of divinity allures me, not the
path of love
And my way is the highway, without a
fullstop.
And my way is the highway, in full gallop.
My way is the highway, of people and places
An impulse, an impasse of wireframe and
meshes
For the crooked paradise is caged in glass
cases
And every time i breathe fire, i rise from
the ashes
Still the oracle glances past,
And sees you to the bone
Primal crimes seek blinding mast
And everything falls in control
The shimmering mirage in a distance, but I
know I am beat,
I follow not the highway, but the highway
leads me to it.
