The Argument - The Amenta

(The road to excess leads

To the palace of wisdom.)

We audit our intake

And binge on our guilt

A crystallized mind

Is a well sharpened blade

The tigers of wrath are wiser

Than the horses of instruction

And yet we harness ignorant beasts

A deliberate studied step

Is a safe, sure path

(The road to excess leads

To the palace of wisdom.)

But we are cloistered monks

Divorced from the world

Always speak your mind

And watch the base man scuttle

And I’ll admit I’m wrong

When I see your

Proof, cowering wreck

No bird soars too high

If he soars with his own wings

And yet, chemically clipped

We struggle

No bird soars too high

If he soars with his own wings

And yet, chemically clipped

We struggle on melted wax

Everything possible to be believed

Is an image of truth

And yet we define ourselves

In opposition to others

A defined self-awareness

Is a psyche’s foundation

But, carved in sunken relief

We leave no impression

Argument is to idea

As the grindstone to axe

And from the standing water

I’ll drink my fucking poison

No bird soars too high

If he soars with his own wings

And yet, chemically clipped

We struggle

No bird soars too high

If he soars with his own wings

And yet, chemically clipped

We struggle on melted wax