return to seclusion

catapault from the cattle car
i'd rather be alone in the catacombs than follow the herd
inching a metal coffin right back to the cave
unaware slave
nothing is real
unless i see it on tv
thas where they keep real beauty anyways
i can't wait to grow up and be a gangsta
screaming "fuck the world" for all the wrong reasons
peace out i'm leaving
internal treason
i heard california is nice this time of yr
maybe atlantis
me and my preying mantis,off the grid,gonna live,
off campus
cocaine and promiscuity won't be my only aspirations
i'm tired of being inpatient and impatient plus i can't stand the waiting
i gotta full tank and a novel on the way
hey baby you wanna go for a ride?
somewhere on the other side of the veil
there is lawless love, sweeter nostalgia, and condoms to prevent us from contracting regretful discontent
i'd love to hold your hand awaiting imminent disaster but around here my palms are sweaty
i can't wash it off
hope that you will someday have less intricate knots at the end of your blindfold and we can be more than cyber friends