Pineapple Juice and the Tough Stuffed Olive - The Schoenberg Automaton

Extraction, a need for information

Cold stare, precludes the devastation

Pre-planned, meticulous

Knowledge base, a knowledge base

Silver tongued, latch on the lies

The human condition is what I despise

Crystal rim brought up to crimson

From within I release a smile

A lie that defiles, a lie that defiles

Salt rubbing on a swollen lip

Cracked and broken

A crimson crevice set into my jaw

From a fight I hadn’t seen coming

Memories flash a hidden agenda

Punctuated, I reflect to the fist

And face in the floor

My gaze cuts to the truth, for it is written

Forced within walls, of self-incarceration

Will I let it be, free as I give into the feelings I

The feelings I

The glass now broken in my palm

Cutting to the bone

Have I lost all control?

Not even the Xanax now ground into powder

I bite can help me get a grip on this world

Now we stare across a canyon made of liquor and lies

Biding over time until we die