作词 : Will Wood

作曲 : Will Wood

Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor

Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic

The wayhespun his butterflyrisked all six his phalanges

Roman candlesat both ends in his synapses

And the method with whichherecycledhis humors

Trojan Horse’dhis blood-brain barrierand raised the LD-50, yes, yes

And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior

He skipped this town and headed straight down history

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes”

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love

And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry

A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, “For Auld Lang Syne

Happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics”

His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend

He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning?

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?

Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it’s just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus

And learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi

Causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective

CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects

You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

There’s no more looking back

And why would you want to look back?

I mean, it's no good looking back

So try to look forward now

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

If they were gonna get you, boy, they would have by now

For what? For what? For what it’s worth

There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down