Object

Picture this. A story of misinterpretation
With the rotten smell of Cheese
So a man he walked into the station
He sat down and stared at the sea
He was a little stirred and shaken
Yes it was definitely a case of L.S.D
And he assumed to have made a gesture
Of which he did not recall
And all the people were staring
What had he done?
What he had done
Think, think, lost and his skin
Curled up with pale white fear
Reaching for security
Not there
He’s trapped in this sphere of negative perception
Was created by the eyes
Of the ones who stared
And now this object of filth is the pig
And the pig is what they thought
Because he thought and he was
Stretching his hands through the air
Done he had what
And yes, the train it pulled into the station
And everyone came out to see
And as whispers went out around him
And it was taking all the air
And he couldn’t breathe
And all the people they danced around him
Laughing and calling him pig pig pig
With all the pointing and chanting
The pointing and chanting
The pointing through all this confusion
I lost my way
Well now this thought that I thought
The thought that I thought’s a small one
And it ended his life, it ended his life a mess
Through madness there came convulsions
Invading insanity my brain
My bones and teeth are shattering
What had he done?
Done he had what