Obsessive Compulsive Son of Man

Judge me if you want to the devil on my shoulder is one of your own making you live through me through the cliches of the worlds three perfect stages the holes in the plot of phase one of what i crave most to inform myself the logic of the puzzle of action for reaction and an angel of choices i seem to be offered where the path of least resistance seems to help me out Obsessive compulsive music lists genius at shopping thye beliefs you feed me the soultrain im waiting the dance of destiny the right shoe untied the two left feet I do what i see what im told what i think is right lie when i have to not because i am evil but to save my skin or because there is too much at risk to sacrifice Its not entirely your fault for me be claimed to impertfections i forgive you your trespasses but i refuse to keep playing the victom eclectic forever eclectic pulling in pieces of you to build my safe have on a puzzle for there to be light in the darkness the way i want thing my utopia what i weant even if its a lie Obsessive compulsive shopping row by row reading movie by movie tle and artist of every cd looking at every gam and walking through the clothes line the things you might find in the fragrance section after all the games and lives you have bought for your entertainment to smell like a god when you watch the scenes of what has gone wrong with what we wanted so back to the start of where we fall apart the mirrors o seven clocks and the recyled dreams of the obsessive compulsive son of man