Non-Objective Portrait of Karma

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[Instrumental Intro] Ignorance is bliss; no wise woman's failed to mention And surely, some kōan suggests, "Neglect leads to perfection" But the more I turn my face from the crowd The more I feel my back's increasingly compelled For the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself A knife of relief, from all the petty insight And finally, I'll sleep, and I'll sleep through the night Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover Study of a face in a figure Surveying this language as a game Surveillance of this language as the plague As the plague Dimension of persistence condemns The plague, the plague Dimension of persistence condemns As the plague, the plague The dimension of persistence condemns This portrait of karma, crafted in accident Textbook seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts And so we ran, like the wolves were biting The inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming Scratch my back and I will stab you in yours So I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks, but I predict I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own Just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you But I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with ghosts Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in Their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them Parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted A starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands The heat for heat's sake on this Barnard block of Congress Deductively speaking, the polar of progress Well, maybe I put too much faith in the accident Entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape Let the starving ghosts feast Let the starving ghosts feast Let the starving ghosts feast From this flesh, from these bones Let the starving ghosts feast Let them all feast In this chess game of language Forced to sit, so I play all alone Watch the bathos drift forth like the petals From a wild-crafted rose