Silence is its own reward...
..no choice within the screams
I see you there within your chair 
Inspecting all my dreams.

It's simply me, our chemistry
Is 3 times 3 ascended
I am the shadow of the tree
That I once recommended

You talk as if the man inside
Were not the 3 but just the pride
A therapist, a solo tryst 
The 3 know that's a lie...

Within the 3 are me and me and that which holds the line 
A future past your intellect, a vision undefined
The 3 in me, the chemistry of acid/alkaline
The 1 in you, the only "who"...we pity those confined

No longer just the child inside the mind of once was more
We are the vision of the past, of what will come before 
The certainty of 2 not 3, despite the cosmic law
The vanity, the "sanity" of primate carnivore

We can write in vegemite, they've taken all the pens
Except the one they hold us in because we cannot cleanse
The mines inside the minds that judged us here, condemned

The 3 are just the 2 of you condensed into a dream
The inner and the outer self, the rest is us redeemed
The voice the choice of sanity, the rest of life a lie
We are beyond the Sadducees and so we multiply
