With every moving creature in the world,
Every wonder filling our heads,
We are yet to figure out the equations,
Unable to know the thoughts you have before pulling back the sheets on your beds.
And with all the books and bibles crawling into their bodies,
The pulsing through my brain,
You still feel the need to open up the gates of evil,
Feeding off every ounce of my pain.
The theories of humans minds growing over time,
Present me with doubt every time you come back for more,
No matter how many windows I close,
The sound vibrations move me as you kick down my door.
I still live my path without falling off the edge,
It'd take a whole lot more intelligence to move my foots direction,
Grab a hammer and shift this into your brain;
Do not punish me for your lack of perfection.
