The Things That Occur, Can't Help Me Behave

The things that occur, can't help me behave Collect the shallow consciousness of, The county's depths beneath Mathematical memories more moronically more melancholia Goodbye brought sounds of the darkness brought forth Knowing how to know how to perform the perfect sex Richards ringing onto, The lucid backs of dreams The recall you can make isn't that of your own before Worthless because the present man and further down he's devolved Lowered into saving, Can not keep it in syncopation Petty thieves grasping love, Pushing away the lost I ain't figure you out, And you can't show me your love L'chaim, To live we toast to God Above, Our Lord Could it be he is dead, He could have just been false I tricked you to agree, And take away what's yours Collections beyond the ones, And pocketing it ourselves The Society that is, Another controlling the fools Death brings lovers closer, Not Until the Afterlife My Righteous Brothers we shall, Do as we wish to do I'm still around to see, Just how life plays out False makers of peace come, They say there here to save And convince them to believe, And to follow lies When is the time to grow, And be rid of all your dreams And the heroes you look to, End up to be villains But only God all mighty must, No humans can choose