Am I Weird?
Am I weird?
Am I everything you fear?
Am I the voice in the void in the space between your ears?
Am I leading you to hell via wishing well?
Am I vaulting you to heaven with a hypnogogic spell?

Can you smell it on my breath?
Is it the whispering of death or the slumbering aroma of the cousin of a coma?
Lie upon the sofa, relax, let your lids rest
Look into the nothing to see traces of the infinite

I am the bird boy with busted wing, singing on the sidewalk, hiding from the nighthawk
I am the blood pudding, you are the golden spoon
We are conjoined corollaries in a throbbing womb

(That's kinda weird)
Am I weird?
Am I wild, am I free?
Am I you, are you me?
Must you shut your eyes to see?
Is the tree-top cradle fated to the weather?
Is to fortify foundations a trivial endeavor?
Hush, my darling
Don't fuss, my angel
What's an anaconda?
What is it to be strangled?
Death is only practice
Resistance is madness
Every ladder step is an exercise in sadness

Lay upon the mattress
Aren't you feeling listless?
Give your lungs a rest, exhale that breath
It stirs the dust particles sparkling in the blackness
Landing in the eyes of the baby in the basket

Merrily, merrily, drifting downstream, awaiting tragedy or charity
And all is but a dream