Are we not worn out by fatigue and love and work
Rest is for the dead, for the wicked, the devil
Even the living must sleep but for a moment
Work for idle hands, in the workshop, children smirk
Even the devil must rest and sleep for three days
Nothing makes much sense, nothing is on the level
Only the eyes see what they believe, a stick bent
Trouble is the truth, it contradicts what is seen
Water everywhere, the devil accepts the praise
Object to Descartes, for to disavow genius
Recognize the face in the mirror as other
Never let water to become arsenious
Other than mother, the poison is my brother
Ugly to grow up in a maze, labyrinthine
Trapped inside my brain, how could I know, I was stuck
But who gives a fuck, a child destroyed, the soul dies
Yesterday, I woke in Bombay as yet unborn
Form is emptiness, inconceivable, my luck
Atrocious, this world, forgive and forget, move on
Tired of fruitless love, children, spoiled brats, full of lies
Ingenious ingrates, I describe myself with scorn
Generosity for the poverty-stricken
Understanding warps the fun house mirrors, bygone
Everyone lets go in their own good time, my crime
Ancestry noble or depraved, mediocre
Nibble on my ear, tell me you love me, my prime
Diminished fifths play the tritone, sulfur, ochre
Leach in the water, the devil cries, grief-stricken
Only the devil remembers his angel face
Vengeance is not mine but nemesis for God sets
Equal the balance, what a joke, should I believe
Argue pro or con, nonplussed, I live without grace
Never without faith but not in the Church of Lies
Despite the cards thrown on the table, place your bets
Worried about death, the Afterlife, I take leave
Our metaphysics is uncertain, do we know
Remarkable lives step in the river, sunrise
Keeps time in motion, remembers to let love grow
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