Paper

We act as gods of the two dimensional realm. For it is only in this form of fiction that we can most effectively draft our will onto reality.

Too absorbed

To observe
What's past the surface
How absurd
We've been subservient
To words that are irrelevant

Lost in lifeless legislature
Lost all sense of nomenclature
What about good ol' "human nature"?
We've printed our whole lives on paper

If there really is some man-forsaken ape above us all,
Playing god, beating it's fists into a typewriter,
Then listen up:
That cramp in your wrist is stifling your narrative
The plot could use a little less confliction
Counteract your contradiction
And lighten up

Don't let the illustrations narrate you too
Be a character but don't forget who's who
Burn all your scripture
Write up something new
Decorate the pages with the most Foolish of Hues

Rays of something strange
Raise outward into a range
Of all that matters
And some that doesn't
And somehow made its way here
Slick and bewildering 
How some sliver, silverish, yet elusive of any true hue
Snakes through our corneas
Bringing forms into view
If there really is some man-forsaken ape above us all,
Playing god, beating it's fists into a typewriter,
Then listen up:
That cramp in your wrist is stifling your narrative
The plot could use a little less confliction
Counteract your contradiction
And lighten up

Listen to this s**t in context homie: https://baycreatures.bandcamp.com/track/paper-final-draft