corrosion
Common sense ain’t common, it’s not easy to find.
There’s only so much room in a human mind.
Moths and rust corrode , mostly from within.
You can get old,
Looking for where to begin.
The human mind can only stand so much.
Sometimes you have to sit and wait.
It’s hard to find a human touch
To help you open heaven’s gate.
Godzilla walks the land, Rodan sweeps the skies.
It’s not safe for truth to stand or anything that flies.
Bald tire leaders run on empty, drive us insane,
Tap dance in a dust storm shout, “Singin’ in the rain”.
The rain hits three months later, shout, “See, I told you so”.
And when it ends forty days later shout, “Go with the flow”.
Lifeboats are filled up with men wearing fancy dresses.
But there’s no one to man the rudder except for the devil’s caresses..
Things aren’t flowing anywhere, just overflowing
And there’s no headgear that
Can stop my mind from corroding.
Godzilla walks the land, Rodan sweeps the skies.
It’s not safe for truth to stand or anything that flies.