Brain's Gone Positronic

I'm a sucker don't you believe anything I say I've bought shit since the first day I learned to swallow sounded hollow that knocking all along my spine, my wonderful finite spine.
This spine of mine has marked the time with notches in the disks time like water slips through the spaces between my fingers well the moment stays but for a blink sashaying down the kitchen sink.
While brother drinks down the gin and tonic and sister's in the living room making sounds most supersonic sound like the shorthand of brass men's brains gone positronic.
Will the soul remain if my touch is caustic or is that the only way of learning, burning?
Is this it?  Down in the shit people getting hit with events they don't understand let alone comprehend turning to the sky praying suffering will end on an earthly scale?
Who ever wants to hear their son's been killed trying to save the whales?  GOOD GOD, SAVE THE WHALES FROM WHAT?!?!  Save the whales from us, from me 'cause I'd hunt one down!
Floating it's skull downtown on parade for all the animal loving bastards in my town crying along with me for why would I go to such lengths to see my brother suffer it's plain to see...
My diseased hide under this noon sun all i can say, I'm sorry for those terrible deeds I did indeed commit and I can't go through life with you mumbling forgiveness and shit if you don't mean it.
If you don't want me around I will be gone and I will understand and I'll still love you.
Or you can see the change and fall in love with learning to trust me once again my friend.

what'd you think that was the end?
keep on it...  again and again and again.
one day my body will be
too weak to hold my spirit
any longer as it floats out to sea.