The Solution

Everything that is, Everything that shivers;
I create it.

Eveything that moves, with passion,
with viciousness and volume;
[I am the maker.]

Everyhing that explodes, and terrifies the world;
[I’m the hated]

All the parts that spin;
[I’m no different]

Im no outsider,, I’m part of the mess, part of the beauty.
A piece of the whole (if you can call it that)
An instrument in the orchestra;
[Stand still and listen.]

We have a niche.
We’ve forgotten where we fit.

The animals have found their pitch -
it’s no bigger than it is.
Spin with me.

All the viscous sounds that drown me out.
I’m the creator.
I’m the solution.