Frame Surfing

looking from outside it all
its seems like I'm plunging
fast freefall
through a wraparound movie
moving me about
out to where the inside's turning inside out
out where outsiders battle with
the outrage at the rage within

it's well past time to offer gifts of pity
i've reached the last outpost at the end of history
i'm at the gatehouse of Hell's night-cloaked city
where the future is known, and the past is a mystery

find the portal, make your move
take that path you feel unearthing
split time-space, vacate your groove
sex/drugs/death equals frame surfing