Post by scruff on Nov 29, 2009 22:09:18 GMT
you should read Endless Rain first, if you havent already 
Endless Rain 2 (The Third Eye Blind)
Let me take you to a place you will never dream of reaching, a place where the third I sees everything you do, everything you are and everything that you want and desire, let me take you inside my mind
Apathenia is a place of endless rain, a place where addiction replaces solitude, routine becomes monotony and day turns to night turns to day repeat ad infinitum. Ive written of you before sweet Apathenia, I was cruel yet kind but now I despise you and all of your disciples, you are the complete anthesis of this place you will have brief window into, that place my mind
Remember Apathenia in endless rain if you paddle away you know in your heart I will find you and put you back in this vesicle colony of mute venacular, you will have no dramatic means of fencing against this solitary sickness as it precipitates flares against the sky coughing into the armpit of the mecharest home, for when it rains it pours and you know I am the eye of that storm
Apathenia has but one row boat captain though some say he devours the waves that threaten to engulf him, others say he causes them, this captain of the low seas is Litmus Mick, I only hope when the final waves wash over Apathenia that Litmus has learned to swim, and that he will nail himself to themast of the good ship Moralista as the scum is vanquished from the edge of the earth.
So who am I?, and how do I know to judge your kind?, I am only human but I cannot sink to human thought., the third eye is your hate, your love, your addictions and your seething malcontent, your jealousy, your anger and your bitter reflection, you think you know me but you only see the surface. Litmus once said that some humans are just dead sheep, a great metaphor, for all the activity on Apathenia you may as well be dead yet you sheeplike follow the rules of society breaking them only when it suits you.
Litmus likes a walk now and then, its an escape from the endless rain a brief respite into the sun before returning to telegraph the news of Apathenian chronicle to its eager audience of hungered judges, the judges known as the working class, there is no such think as working class, there is just intelligence, everything else is just vulgar cabaret acting out little karaoke scripts until the floods will come. The third eye has no time for trivial pursuits like work, marriage, death or children yet finds moral indignation heaped upon him from the miniscule though process of the working class, so has litmus developed his third I or is he just a filter for the domino effect inside these working class minds
The thought process is much like fishing, they like to fish and catch that little titbit of information to exhibit to the other anglers like a prize trophy, they walk like John Waynes amongst us with trainee cowboys trailing in theie wake yet even John Waynes hate trainees, the third eye has a theory on fishing for the truth within the thought process, maybe this working class mentallity has a chip on its shoulders yet they are in debt to the wit, the talent and freedom of scope the third eye can generate, the working classes all want the vision of the third eye but are too scared too open it so they go fishing instead to catch something to go with the chips on beaten shoulders, see the third eye can also laugh at itself, the working classes cannot
So Apathenia why do I despise you yet emphasise with your Captain Litmus, maybe because he understands the inspiration you can get from a song and interpretation of these words by Bono, the rest of Apathenia dont want to do anything about where they are going, or are unwilling to step onto a steamtrain out of the driving endless rain, the would rather hide inside the darkness of night consuming anything but life, to remove all that IS life so when inwardly you cry without weeping and scream without raising your voice the third eye will not listen to you, it does not care, and Litmus only wants more vulgar cabaret, it is you that took the poision from the poison stream, so you run through the streets with your eyes painted red under blackbelly of clouds of endless rain, in through the opposite doorway of the drug chalet, she brings me white golden love stolen from the seas, all is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes, I am that storm, and it rages down, only one way out
Litmus begins to think, I could use a vacation from this bullshit freakring circus sideshow, and the only way to fix it is to flush it all away, he is now seeing with this freshly opened third eye, welcome to Armaegeddon, the end of Apathenia the birth of Micheal., Litmus strapped to his mast of his ship of hope as the scum drowns, fret for your prozac, fret for your heroin, fret for your babies and unwanted parents, every fucking day,every fucking night
Some say a comet will fall from the sky, followed by meteors and hell powered tidal waves,well this is it, Apathenia lit like one big festering neon distraction,Litmus sees it all his thought process now beyond the working class minds, f*ck all these junkies and forging perscriptions, f*ck all you clones with copycat houses, f*ck all you gun toting gangster wannabes, f*ck all you drinkers and f*ck your tattoos, f*ck all you junkies and f*ck my short memory, f*ck all you friends with hidden agendas, f*ck all you families with insecure fantasies, I am praying for rain, I am praying for tidal waves, I want to watch you all go down
And so the third eye came to realise that all matter is pure energy, condensed to explode when conciousness ignites, there is no such thing as death, life is just a dream and we are all just the imagination of ourselves, but heres Jon with the weather report
Its not a war on words, its a war on personal freedom, yet the working classes wathced the weather report, they watched the storms, John Wayne took solace in their misery, thinking I am not Apathenian, the third eye says, "yes you are John Wayne you just havent moved there yet" neither will John Wayne ever have a third eye he just isnt clever enough
So the scum washed away but will surface elsewhere, Litmus doesnt watch the weather anymore, the good ship Moralista came crashing down against the rocks, leaving Litmus stranded on the Island of Crossed Roads, does he stay innocent in his solitary though or does he swim back against the calming waves, back to the working classes eager ears, third eye blinded again by uncaught fish, well if you are working class and you read this and you can even understand it let alone contemplate writing it, I know inwardly you tell the truth but outwardly you lie, your third eyes forever sleeping
Endless Rain 2 (The Third Eye Blind)
Let me take you to a place you will never dream of reaching, a place where the third I sees everything you do, everything you are and everything that you want and desire, let me take you inside my mind
Apathenia is a place of endless rain, a place where addiction replaces solitude, routine becomes monotony and day turns to night turns to day repeat ad infinitum. Ive written of you before sweet Apathenia, I was cruel yet kind but now I despise you and all of your disciples, you are the complete anthesis of this place you will have brief window into, that place my mind
Remember Apathenia in endless rain if you paddle away you know in your heart I will find you and put you back in this vesicle colony of mute venacular, you will have no dramatic means of fencing against this solitary sickness as it precipitates flares against the sky coughing into the armpit of the mecharest home, for when it rains it pours and you know I am the eye of that storm
Apathenia has but one row boat captain though some say he devours the waves that threaten to engulf him, others say he causes them, this captain of the low seas is Litmus Mick, I only hope when the final waves wash over Apathenia that Litmus has learned to swim, and that he will nail himself to themast of the good ship Moralista as the scum is vanquished from the edge of the earth.
So who am I?, and how do I know to judge your kind?, I am only human but I cannot sink to human thought., the third eye is your hate, your love, your addictions and your seething malcontent, your jealousy, your anger and your bitter reflection, you think you know me but you only see the surface. Litmus once said that some humans are just dead sheep, a great metaphor, for all the activity on Apathenia you may as well be dead yet you sheeplike follow the rules of society breaking them only when it suits you.
Litmus likes a walk now and then, its an escape from the endless rain a brief respite into the sun before returning to telegraph the news of Apathenian chronicle to its eager audience of hungered judges, the judges known as the working class, there is no such think as working class, there is just intelligence, everything else is just vulgar cabaret acting out little karaoke scripts until the floods will come. The third eye has no time for trivial pursuits like work, marriage, death or children yet finds moral indignation heaped upon him from the miniscule though process of the working class, so has litmus developed his third I or is he just a filter for the domino effect inside these working class minds
The thought process is much like fishing, they like to fish and catch that little titbit of information to exhibit to the other anglers like a prize trophy, they walk like John Waynes amongst us with trainee cowboys trailing in theie wake yet even John Waynes hate trainees, the third eye has a theory on fishing for the truth within the thought process, maybe this working class mentallity has a chip on its shoulders yet they are in debt to the wit, the talent and freedom of scope the third eye can generate, the working classes all want the vision of the third eye but are too scared too open it so they go fishing instead to catch something to go with the chips on beaten shoulders, see the third eye can also laugh at itself, the working classes cannot
So Apathenia why do I despise you yet emphasise with your Captain Litmus, maybe because he understands the inspiration you can get from a song and interpretation of these words by Bono, the rest of Apathenia dont want to do anything about where they are going, or are unwilling to step onto a steamtrain out of the driving endless rain, the would rather hide inside the darkness of night consuming anything but life, to remove all that IS life so when inwardly you cry without weeping and scream without raising your voice the third eye will not listen to you, it does not care, and Litmus only wants more vulgar cabaret, it is you that took the poision from the poison stream, so you run through the streets with your eyes painted red under blackbelly of clouds of endless rain, in through the opposite doorway of the drug chalet, she brings me white golden love stolen from the seas, all is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes, I am that storm, and it rages down, only one way out
Litmus begins to think, I could use a vacation from this bullshit freakring circus sideshow, and the only way to fix it is to flush it all away, he is now seeing with this freshly opened third eye, welcome to Armaegeddon, the end of Apathenia the birth of Micheal., Litmus strapped to his mast of his ship of hope as the scum drowns, fret for your prozac, fret for your heroin, fret for your babies and unwanted parents, every fucking day,every fucking night
Some say a comet will fall from the sky, followed by meteors and hell powered tidal waves,well this is it, Apathenia lit like one big festering neon distraction,Litmus sees it all his thought process now beyond the working class minds, f*ck all these junkies and forging perscriptions, f*ck all you clones with copycat houses, f*ck all you gun toting gangster wannabes, f*ck all you drinkers and f*ck your tattoos, f*ck all you junkies and f*ck my short memory, f*ck all you friends with hidden agendas, f*ck all you families with insecure fantasies, I am praying for rain, I am praying for tidal waves, I want to watch you all go down
And so the third eye came to realise that all matter is pure energy, condensed to explode when conciousness ignites, there is no such thing as death, life is just a dream and we are all just the imagination of ourselves, but heres Jon with the weather report
Its not a war on words, its a war on personal freedom, yet the working classes wathced the weather report, they watched the storms, John Wayne took solace in their misery, thinking I am not Apathenian, the third eye says, "yes you are John Wayne you just havent moved there yet" neither will John Wayne ever have a third eye he just isnt clever enough
So the scum washed away but will surface elsewhere, Litmus doesnt watch the weather anymore, the good ship Moralista came crashing down against the rocks, leaving Litmus stranded on the Island of Crossed Roads, does he stay innocent in his solitary though or does he swim back against the calming waves, back to the working classes eager ears, third eye blinded again by uncaught fish, well if you are working class and you read this and you can even understand it let alone contemplate writing it, I know inwardly you tell the truth but outwardly you lie, your third eyes forever sleeping