I n t e l l i g e n c e
I'm not allowed, I shouldn't be, I'm not allowed to think-
That's why the sheets, that's why the floor, that's why the walls are white.
The little crack, a hole of such, I'm clawing at the chink.
I want to tear and rip and scream and gouge away my sight.
I'm not allowed to think-
That's why the walls are white.
A little crack, claw at the chink,
I want to gouge my sight.
I don't know how to smile-
Not satisfied with ignorance.
I think it's been a while,
If ignorance is bliss.
The thought of shattered loyalty,
A neurosis that smokes-
A kind of white wall irony
Of chemicals and soap.
A natural born intelligence-
But there was something wrong with it.
What did you think?