Stanleys' carcass rots in silence,
Eulogized in ultraviolence,
An attack of the heart with brutalitiy in the mind,
A soul within his own private domain
Now your just a clockwork corpse,
The shininng of a snow blind king
Couldn't await the darking,
Till death do him apart, with the final cut
Veer to the left, writhing in pain
Numb with eccentricity,
Voices finally made to stop
Peircing through my frozen mind,
Land left so far behind
In the fridged water, we all die
Stan was the man
Who envisioned oddessy to ectasy
Hidden in my man-made world
You can't escape it
Making people see life,
The way we make it
Making people think that
Everything around him is insane
No cure for insanity from war to technolgy,
The struggle to survive,
To make it in this imperfect world
Portrayed onto the big screen,
Mortality's little indescenities
From sex to violence all the little mind games
To die in this imperfect world
Hidden in my man-made world
You can't escape it
Making people see life,
The way we make it
I Stayed away, crushed by my own morality
I Will rest now for eternitiy