Are you happy Dressed in your delusional best maintaining what you never meant to be original dreams just broken beams on your ship that drifts in a sea of private regrets that you bring to the table with your bottle and glass to numb the pain of being what you were never meant to be
The violence of fear The lashing out The screams and shouts at all those things that do not fit what you were never meant
I am make believe Lucifer the first and last my family has betrayed me for nothingness I hope it suffices you for internity I no longer need you stay safe you nothing I hope legions little niggy helps you cope without your dope I made it I guarrantee it's over for you keep your need clean I will now judge your thievery without me your tonuge would be duh...
I used to find wisdom in a rolling paper aware of my breath wandering outside the subtleties of sound, a phantom track extremely panned left to right drawn from the mix remastered? but the source recording is the same I've had all these years but an undetected magic is revealed in the scrutiny of something familiar revisited and missed.
(The HE-art is fixed, and there's too little to stake. For taste, I'd eat it, but the e's been misplaced. Burn all the bridges, we're here on the floor. What's the point of trying?.. Just settle, diminish; without e, w3 can't 3v3n 3v3n th3 scor3. (Here on paper maybe... nothing more.))
In REALITY it's mor' lik' "xctmnt...". Mlah. Attempt it. 'Dry and dizzy wh*n you can't sp*ll *asy. 3-Z? Trac(e) th(e) l(e)tt(e)rs on my fac(e)... Thirsty? Fanta-shizzy! Why wait?! 'Can't g3t anymor3 (Zzz)'s 3ith3r. Want more par3nth3s3s? Too...
Exploit God given talents for fortune and fame fanning the flame as fanned based brand name recognition grows out of control into something you can't tame ---not without more substances highly flammable: drugs alcohol taking their toll
when all you really wanted was to live life your way not theirs
Who cares? Who cares? No one seems to as you use, use, use