The Wicked

I consider myself intellectually unstable
Visions of myself dressed as Twisty the Clown
Rocking a babies cradle
But instead of a baby, a bloody hatchet
Cutting bodies into pieces to feed to the masses
I turn ignorance into patience
With just a flick of my wrist
Through time I learn that experience is a God given gift
Tomorrow I wish to wake up a better person
Disguised as vermin, determined and yearning
As I fade to black like the ash
From the weed I'm burning
Life is a wheel that keeps on spinning
While I'm trying to figure out which way I'm living
Religion, science, facts or faith
Makes a simple man contemplate
Love over hate or hate over love
Conform to the born solution of pharmaceutical drugs
Like a diagram on how to live
Proposed by the mental institution of corporate thugs
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
Wasting time and energy that can't be replaced
They say your skeletal cells regenerate every 7 years
Call me Skeletor drinking 7 deadly beers
Time dissolves into quick moving particles swirling away
I'm either moving too fast or time is but a new day
Our curiosity of life is the greatness of humans
A purpose we search for clues or ruins
The body created itself out of a single cell
The mechanisms by which we pursue ourselves