I shouldn’t need so much Motivation Or all of this fucking artificial stimulation I shouldn’t think so much about ejaculation Or hurry to secrecy and masturbation Shouldn’t worry so much about mental constipation Or irregular signs of inward manipulation I often wonder too much about voluntary segregation And find no comfort in my constant procrastination See my life as a need for absolute eradication Judged by those who stand against my kind of fornication Put the world and it’s views on some kind of probation Avoid the group mentality and constant threat of humiliation Ridiculed and warned for my lack of participation Refused to be victimized by the media’s medication Of product and promotions all provided via some syndication Censored and sickened by the ever lasting mediation Of the powers that stand against free speech and publication And flow with the word that provides a great sensation A sense of awareness and greater elevation Avoidance of a strange intrigue towards verbal mutilation While I reach out-word with a need to touch the nation Released we approach a painful sort of gestation And now I slow the flow before I break some regulation For now I let my words slip into hibernation And hope it was good for you to feel my provacation