Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Somethings happening too fast
brash rash thoughts won't pass
grappled turning points
its all just lower case
check my breath and pause my pulse
is well, pulsing through my face

Piss clean and serene
rotten fucking day dreams,
are anything but clean
simple dirty, baby
you're sad,
well I'm down
but not out yet
I have two days left
to be spiritually fit,
eternally lifted?
shifted jaws and gum jams
from grinding my teeth
oh amphetamine crammed
crank smoking, low rolling
high balling son of a mother
who gave up her youngest,
to care for another
and fucked her own father
and created a toddler
who never was at day one,
and got stuck at two months

oh no, i'm just looking to go
where the wild things go
all the same in the end
yeah yeah we're just looking to send
the empty part of my head
that fiddles with paint
and fills up with led
down the river again
oh my, its kinda hard to stay high
when you're gearing to go as low
as I go
hey hey and everythings great
smoke the core of the apple
munching on grapes
oooh you, fucking fruit of the fruit
loin of the chosen
heart of the broken my
and its time after time
oh, no and now I'm being recycled
she cries I'm drowning in spin cycles.

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