Author: Ian McKenzie

I’ve gotten pretty sick
Of all this politic
We all seem to fight
Over black and white

Why doesn’t anyone say
That the world is mostly gray
The real red

Do you know what I like the most?
Simply jam and toast
But when it is on sale
I like fried eggs and kale

I’m also gonna be

There was once a group with ambition
That called themselves a coalition
They set out to make a name
To earn fortune and fame

Residing in a place
Where

Praise this little totem
It would have saved my life
These killers, I loathe ’em
Putting these wolves through strife

Praise this little totem
Why was it them, instead

Imagine the world being down
Making you feel like a clown
Refreshing your sight
To see if it might…

…return to normal
To be back in view
From what was

Goodnight my sweet
How I love giving heat
To your pretty cold hands
Cold as ocean sands

Goodnight my sweet
I love how you heat
My cold, empty soul
Making it

At the edge of the crystal forest
Lies a lonely stable
Within it, a chest
Its contents for those who are able

The forest is unnatural
So would say

What do I want to eat?
Some vegetables or some meat?

If I were a nudist, what would I want for food?
Whatever it may be, I

Little red dots
Show up on my sight
Little red dots
For my attention, they fight

Little red dots
Never give me peace
Little red dots
Take my time, piece by