Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise. That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees. My honey quota will land me a spot inside.
I laugh at you, as you cry with me, why must I feel hatred for you?. Uncle sammy tried to hurt, but he knows that we can't break his lies. . Inside. .
It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away. Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame. Intelligentsia, mediums, media, cameras with heat-seeking wit.
Sane closed my head shut now that I am painted black. Everything I am is gone, like you pushed me. I burned my hand, closed now, I close my soul from behind,.
Scratch the tears in for good. Sadist. Feels good. Life can't hurt on tv. Godspeed. Lucky now. When he grabs your hand. Do you lick again. But the taste has changed.
I alone. Cry beside her. Pushed away. Once too often. Face that lie. Vision changes. Shade is ice. The words are poison. . Changes made now why can't i.
I tried to tell you. There's something dead in me. Love lies in moments. Still I cannot grasp one fragment. I can tell you nothing. Answers don't exist.
Wait a minute, hey just a minute. I just need a little time. I can't get myself together, give me half the chance. Baby to collect my mind. . Wait a minute, hey just a minute.
I'll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books. And thoughts of mine still won't be heard. You can create a priceless art that seldom ever hear or see.
Gotta mind, gotta fine mind. . Find out what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. My confusing living blind mind, no acid pop dreams lampshade dress me. Tripping on greed, my own delusions, table ready salt.
Failure!. This holds no promises or look what I have dones. It's holding onto something and that something's probably flawed. I don't want a gullet full of chunks.
If I could find a way to erase the day. I would starve the endless night and burn out the lights. You don't need to understand. You'll never need to know anything.
Well, the works whistle blew. At a half past five o'clock. I saw the red light on the corner. But man I never tried to stop. . I got pulled over by a man in blue.
Before this starts. I just want to tell you. That you could fuck us. . Love me, so I can relax. So I can aim straight. So I can do right for us. . I know you're inside.
Strange woman, strange bed. Thor's hammer poundin' in my head. Six straight double shots of high-grade single malt. And my mouth is tastin' dryer than table salt.
As if the word was ending. Things seem to spin uncontrolled. They're all paper faces. Some withered, not old, some legends uproot evil. Some made of silver & gold.
Well, they tell me I sound lonesome, they tell me I sound blue. Like some ol' country boy fresh off the train. Oh, they can hear the hard times and the struggles I've been through.