The world is bent

This is the world, and check it out, human

Response is flowing by, and in reaction

To reaction I can't understand why, that I am

The way I am, that I do and you do not. I

Guess we're in this thing we're in, it's what

We've got. I slam my hands both down,

Until my fingers bleed, until my face is red,

Until you feel my need, I feel your con-

Science crush, hate subside, I'm getting out

Of this world alive

Deeper than it seems to be, the difference

In the way we see, I'm strange to you,

You're strange to me, so we agree to dis-

Agree, good-bye

This is political and I am not the one that I

Might seem, not buried under the

American dream. I will not try to find a

Way to fill the hole, moral decay, you will

Not listen no matter what I say

And when the way of what it is, is under

Words of what is not, I try to be within,

Without, with everyone. And though I try

Not to confuse, my commitment with my

Contempt, I try to love the world, but then

The world is bent.