Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor

Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic

The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes

And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior

He skipped this town and headed straight down history

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love

And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry

A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"

"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"

His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend

He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?

Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to

Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your

Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?

And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs

Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?

Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose

Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole

Did you die before your day?

Thursday traction, Tuesday titration

My hope is to assess through my objective report of

Your subjective conjecture

Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this

Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?

It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?

No, they spread because people like them

So now here we are once again, holding

As it were, a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus

And learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes

Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective

CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects

You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before

So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?

I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...