Light trips for me all day.. Trips for me all night..
Steamed and dosed up in formalin These stats my brain is showing are underwhelming.. To live I must press to spray in my throat a Ventolin It's just bizarre, it's surreal, each time you read my case study.. I hate people asking why I always have to take a capsule of livolin Only me and God knows what I see in my sample of urine.. They wanna put me in solitude and inject me, pump me up with flumazenil Till all I can do is sit all day in a corner just like an empty vessel.. ...
Buried and still breathing inside this sand dune.. Show me the new things that you know under this shining sun.. We are sighting this moon at noon.. So, tell me all the new things which you know under a shining sun..
Inside this grave me and all these creatures lying you all know this Canned Sardines.. Inside here, right here am their Prison Warden.. Relentlessly praying and sobbing at the same time to one day touch the door steps of Eden's Garden..
We enter a pact and it is simple As brothers in this fight dead or alive At least it is something I read somewhere;
"We must be humble, less we stumble Only our understanding can make us outstanding in life"..
We can all crumble In this daunting task stopping an army from the afterlife..
In this gang ain't nobody hang around anymore Nobody in here cares what our face looks like These gossips Ask yourself what do you worship? Some of us who were there came as bullfighters, Taekwondo, Judo, even...
I don't have anymore rifle.. It's slippery I can feel it in my saddle.. I know it's hard believing me though my weapon is just a paddle.. Realized I got a deep cut underneath a nipple.. I went through at the first time of asking, the odds like thread with a needle..
Ways hazy with soot and dust.. My lust?.. Once upon a time a peeping tom.. Short in my thoughts.. I'm mad and sad Running along the streets slitting peoples throats.. Sinking in my boat.. Am gone.. Pray for me or put me in your thoughts.. While I keep walking this footpath along the longest road
I sound weird and bored.. Simply suffering both.. I mourn and mourned.. Night and day alone.. ...