The world is turbulent
Ripples in the water
We search out and investigate
But rhythms change, my friend, and so do we

I am not the same everyday
Ever switching into someone new
The palace on the horizon today inches close
And tomorrow centuries apart

The world has been drank to the skin
And left to hang as flab in the sun
There is something in the bottom of my bag
Something for everyone

My face, entangled in grievance
And my story, one depressing dissonant
Spheres crowd my mind
Where planar thought should envelop

So I am not like them
But I like you all the same
And by what evidence can you justify your rejection of me
Solely on who you see today?

I chanj, metamorefoseyes
And pollin8 yor world; watt harsh pollootants in thee ayr
But all yoo can think about is yorself
And thee simpal pleshurs onlee yoo can enjoi

So WeLcoMe to My HouR
StaY Awhile AnD sEE somEtHInG difFeRENT
ScaRED yeT?
I aMMMMmMmMmmMMMMmmmmmMMmmmmmMmmMmmmmMMmMmmM..........TaSty

And now I am changed
Totally new, brand-spankin’ close
And what do I get today
But a simple overshot like I haven’t changed at all

So farewell, Providence
So long good fortune
My life hangs in the balance of MMMMs and mmmmmmS
But little do you care, you have your Ahhhhhhs and Ooooooos, not to mention the Ohhhhhhhhhhs
I despise so much................................