Motion is an Illusion

motion is an illusion, it doesn't exist.

i've been searchin for a life time, a 5 second quest.

i ain't found nothin, but nevertheless,

i got an imagination that works at it's best.

a bowl full of lust, that covers with love,

i'm like buzz light year, beyond, & above.

but i'm sick of this bull shit, enough is enough!

i got a built in welt for a police mans hand cuff.

when i say an illusion, i mean it's one spot.

if you're in america, you always get caught.

but i'm in one place, including outer space,

this is a theory that takes a whole human race.

i'm trying to explain, i pick up the pace,

but i try to hold my breath, if i lose, just in case!

you need me to survive, cause this world is just one,

if anything succumbs, this whole place comes undone.

the north is the south, the east has just won.

this place full of fucked up beliefs, tearin us down,

media makin us hurt, the queen has be crowned,

all for her beauty, her skinny ass waste,

big tits, blond, hair, this is the case,

an illusion of self-loath, to pick up the pace.

throw it all up, your sins, & your food,

a television set to prove the delude.

inferior child-like syndrome, that ruins the mood,

it's a disease? we've all come un-glued.

don't hate the world, as the world is me,

the world is you, & us, the world is the sea,

the world is the media that's got us all fucked,

the world is the television to show us what's up,

the world is the ocean that moves so abrupt,

the world is the girl who throws her food up,

we are all one, we stay in one spot,

motion doesn't exist, motion is not,

if they've died to let all their flesh rot,

this is us, we've begun to sot.

we are all peas, together in one pod.

whoever thought this was our god?