Zippy Pronoia Tour to US '94
Zen Inspired Performance Publishing
The Zippy Poetry of Dez Mondo
The Devil's Bypass
Here you stand looking
It's you in that face
This is a key
if you're still in the race
Fear is a door
Who's behind that face
Be careful how you talk
To Your self
What do you want
Why are you here
You are your devil
Its you that you fear
Are you your father?
Or are you the Sun?
Be carful how you talk
To Your self
Are you a Freud?
Don't you like the dark?
Questions too fast
Shift a gear
Answer your fear
But be careful how you talk
To Your self
Chewin on Chomsky
Living within a dimension
of thought controlled emotion
With a reality so sure
Discussing all the nothingness
As I had done before
I watch as self assured men
Leave the room
Which smiles of their own
For they have no thought
No time and no dimension
To them it is a necessary illusion
Imprint
Living within three dimensions by design
By passing the ridiculous
not reading the sub-line
Whose reality was it?
I know its no longer mine
Fairy tales are dangerous
This is the original sin
Who's been imprinting my brain
with nights dark and dim
You're out of my head
You're off the shelf
You are the nasty Brother Grimm
Well, I've built a new reality
It's begun to virtualize
I might have found it earlier
but for the doors behind my eyes
Whose reality was that?
I know it was never mine
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