Occam's Razor

The soul is unsettling
Burning the midnight oil
Finding no opposite reaction
Or you’re just on fire, from head to toe

The sky is a wide open door
A gateway between here and there
That breathes at supersonic speed
Or you’re just plummeting to your demise

The sound makes no friends or enemies
Cannot love or hate its own voice
For the fear of its waves coming back to haunt
Or you’ve gone deaf from your screams

The snake is the devil in disguise
It persuades all to taste forbidden desires
And it’s simply another who’s fallen
Or it’s your own hand that forced the razor