Clean

Driftin through this life high, so very high you reach past that dark sky and grab the stars i see so very often in your eyes. what goes up must go down, it's not a trick and i'm no clown, no fool, just a tool to help you fly clean, yes clean, like those pure pure wings appending from your back. the shit will stack, and stack until you fall flat on your back, dazed by the atrocity, ferocity, and trust me democracy won't save you then. but i will. so do what you want, i'll block the taunts, and flaunt you under my arm. I'll protect that beautiful soul with all my power, until my tower of power has depleted to dust.