Object

Picture this. A story of misinterpretation

with the rotten smell of Cheese.

So a man he walked into the station.

He sat down and stared at the sea.

He was a little stirred and shaken.

Yes it was definitely a case of L.S.D.

And he assumed to have made a gesture

of which he did not recall

and all the people were staring.

What had he done?

What he had done.

Think, think, lost and his skin

curled up with pale white fear

reaching for security.

Not there,

he's trapped in this sphere of negative perception

was created by the eyes

of the ones who stared

and now this object of filth is the pig.

And the pig is what they thought

because he thought and he was

stretching his hands through the air.

Done he had what.

And yes, the train it pulled into the station

and everyone came out to see

and as whispers went out around him

and it was taking all the air

and he couldn't breathe

and all the people they danced around him

laughing and calling him pig pig pig

with all the pointing and chanting

the pointing and chanting

the pointing through all this confusion

I lost my way.

Well now this thought that I thought,

the thought that I thought's a small one,

and it ended his life, it ended his life a mess.

Through madness there came convulsions.

Invading insanity my brain.

My bones and teeth are shattering.

What had he done?

Done he had what.