Knowing it, I can make anything, no, no
I mean I cannot make anything disappear.
Guilt. Hangups. Doubt, and all that. The
rest is a mist, a lost canyon in some
steelhouse town. The only thing that
never disappears is money, and that's
because it never gets here first.
I form ideas from energy, and make
them physical. I can't make anything
disappear. It just all keeps coming.