Maggot Brain (Fingerpainting On The Mona Lisa)

Inspired to audio audacity
My beliefs appear to hold contractually
I got a Santa clause that says the past of me
Evokes a Christmas ghost that sits and laughs at me

He takes a glance at my baddest behavior
I ask him if he's glad to be my savior
"Your major failings may be just your nature
Why would I blame you for the way I made you?"

On this star of mine
The constellations cease to be configurations, they're my neighbors
We gave cups of sugar and vibrations to each other
Wondered what you were on earth
For what it's worth
It's not that I did not believe
I was deceived and worse
I could not see that if we run this mother
Then we are free to run this rebirth

Genetically
Fantastically
Ecclesiastically
I practice these catastrophes
In fact, these acts appease
They help me make believe I'm smaller
Than I really am

I need a dollar
So I holla
And I hover over my dead copy
You better pop me
Before I start to see
The dollar might need me

And if that belief became the game plan
For the blueprint
That became a new city
Whole rooms devoted to the holy notion
That the girls are more than just pretty

I'm either blind in a utopian delusion
Self-indulgent mind contusion
Never mind about my kind
Confucius says :
"Don't matter if we're slow, as long as we don't stop."

Like the very slow amoeba
Like the change from dough to frozen pizza
I'm eating while leaning on Pisa
Saluting all the deceased fear in Caesar

These roads do ultimately lead to Rome
How did I get so very far from home?
All I cannot buy with an expired Visa
I'll exchange for fingerpainting on the Mona Lisa

Is my believing in vain?
Don't leave, don't leave me
Don't leave me breathless

Inside my maggot brain
You don't leave, don't leave me
You don't leave me breathless