The Chemistry of a Fear

Pore your heart out on the table I’ll tear fear from the mind’s steeple Fear is not real, it doesn't exist Well if it’s not real then it’s a ghost Spirits escape the confides of a tomb Rapture through the membrane like a womb Haunting the living with a broom and a gust Refusing to exempt their return to dust Hearts raised to maximum rate Minds aroused on this cheap stimulant Fear is real, too real for ignorance Enters the mind with little resistance Tell me what is impossible dear, ignorance is bliss Close your eyes, and let death give you a kiss Living yet dead in spirit and purpose This is something impossible I suppose Light the eternal flame to burn forever Throw me a duck and I’ll bowl you over Tell me what is unbelievable, no one invites death And I’ll tell you what is impossible on earth