I want to qualify, quantify, and dissect a gut feeling
I want to strangle the intangible
With insurmountable logic and meaning
I can argue and I can reason until the sunset grows cold
But I want to shape and mould the innate things you can't control
I want to qualify, quantify, and dissect a gut feeling
Everything that's base can be debased by human hand
The way a circuit board is compromised by a tiny grain of sand
And when I've found the perfect piece
To disrupt and corrupt your wiring
I'll finally be able to write something
Which is worthy of your attention
I'll finally be able to write something which alters your perception
I'll finally be able to write something which teaches you a lesson
The hidden nexus in your solar plexus
Will be eaten by my will and whim for dinner and for breakfast
