(internal combustion)

put my knees to the sand,
cross my hands,
so i can talk to the big man, out in a distant land.

i start to understand,
my thoughts accumulate,
as we grow closer to telepathic communication.

we want equalization
in all nations,
'cause after all, we're human beings!

but where's the world peace,
aren't we human beings?
or do we really understand exactly what makes us this thing?

maybe we're just a bunch
of overgrown monkeys,
with drugs and money, full-blown junkies.

seems like nowadays everyone's
addicted to something,
just empty-shelled machines, with blood pumping.

but when stripped to nothing
'cept what i need to survive,
i realize that i realize that i'm alive.

i visualize that i visualize
and get a sense of it.
i empathize i empathize and make a sin of it.

i realize i realize
that's just the tip of it,
i guess that's just what infinte is.

still my thoughts linger,
never to be brandished,
if they could come to life they'd probably still be outlandish.