Limbo Water

They say we've got to get back to the garden

We got to pull up the roots and wear them on our sleeves

But when you're truly feral, you're somehow still not free

The mud without the lotus, the loins without desire

A soul asleep too long is born into dirt

Constructed from stale rain and hand-me-down-pain

One flick of the switch and you could have been hallowed

One cruel little trick and here you are hollow

The cosmic sadist and his moral compass

Gets off on selling sanctuary

A painter with the world as his canvas

A scientist with earth as his experiment

A voyeur watching a glass-bowl of fish

An Aids avalanche, volcano cancer

Heartbreak earthquake, hurricane mistake

The rolling dice is our degree of pain

A black man's endowed to plant seeds of poverty

A white man's enshrouded with mental instability

Genetic karma makes the whole thing spin

Grandfather was a Nazi, now I'm paying for his sins

The spiritual adulteress, too busy playing cosmic chess

To feel an ounce of our unrest

Are you so smug, being shoved under big bosses rug

A door mat, a poor mouse, a whorehouse

Why did you isolate the mind to breed fear and murky depths

Every second on this spinning plate is another little death

Where is the underground railroad of saints

Who excel in destroying decay

Are they wandering round Nod

Or stuck in some elevated mundane

Do you drink our limbo water, do you prefer aged rum

If perfection's what they aimed for, then the only way is down