Son, accept the facts
This is a table that sits dead in it's track
Father, this world is magic
The table used to be a very different fabric
Son, you will die one day
Become dirt and all you are will vanish away
Father, I am immortal
Death to me appears as an orgasmic portal
Son, play by the rules
This is how things are, think otherwise and you are a fool
Father, I am tomorrow
I am right now, more powerful than yesterday's sorrows
Son, you are selfish
Always stirring your priorities towards what you relish
Father, I am me
Walking the earth in my nature does not make me guilty
Son, I love you my boy
No matter how disillusioned, you are a joy
Father, I am you
To know who I am, with you I must argue
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