The Six Eighter

Thank you for not giving me Anything or not making Me take anything at all Or give me nothing It's just as simple as that You always ask if us primates are sure Conveniently confuse disease with the cure And I don't know why Doubt is a part of believing You ask why are they misbehaving Well I don't know why Mistakes once or twice Even when you deal with open eyes Well it would be such a shame To fall into the nothing or unnamed Are the things that you want those you really need Might try to stop you but I will not plead And I don't know why The things that are against you will never rest To rhyme is to complete so I'll just say it's confessed Well I don't know why Yeah your head says You are a luxury It will convince you Of what you need to believe Are you standing On solid ground Or are your feet stuck In the muck and the mud There will still be mistakes once or twice Even when you deal with open eyes You can repeat only so much Before you lose the sense of touch Well it would be such a shame To fall into the nothing or unnamed You better get out while you can Just to be the better man You rush, I slow We will not get to the middle but I know I stop, you go We will not meet in the center but I know --- The Six Eighter - Piebald