Groovin' in the Columbian Ghetto (copyrighted)

The world is an automated merry-go-round spinning endless circles.
Horses galloping madly for nothing, an imaginary prize hidden over the horizon.
Wheels turning, fire burning, a treadmill of destiny.
People squirming like frenzied rats in an endless maze.
Where is the peace?
Where is the solace?
Got to find it! Got to find it!


I don't know what I'm feeling but the tears they come.
Bitterness, Rage, Love, Compassion.
Brewing in a cauldron of volatile magic. Evil or good!?
I don't know! I don't know!
Oh my soul haunts me.
We're all alone in our hazy world of silence.
Nothing moves. Silence on the outside. Chaos on the inside.
Got to get it out! Got to get it out!


We try to reach out but nobody listens.
We try to question but no one answers.
People come, people go. But nobody lets on.
The world is a bottomless pit- full of nothing.


Will it come out? Got to get it out!
Or stay buried inside me like filthy vermin.
Tenacles stretched deep inside my very soul.
It must come out, like vomit spewing spittle and vermin parts into
the perfect world.
Tenacles crawling, guts quivering.
Coloring the world in orangy puke. No more virgins.
The world must be christened. The world must be christened.


We must get rid of the hate. Face our fears for the love to come through.
Overwhelm them with love.
God shows us the way! The way up, the way out!
To breathe the fresh air.
Leave the stale stench behind.
It doesn't belong and the pit begins to fill.
From the bottom up, or we float in eternity for eternity.
Love shows us the way up! Love shows us the way!