You’re creepin’ down a corridor, rectangular and forty below zero, you see warpin’ Doric-handed writing quarking the walls are cemented, Doppler effect, you must be lonely Cus only, that fragmented shadow follows closely You’re getting closer, the end, slowly losin all your friends and while a spider tickles your throat, swallow cus there’s a groove in the door like two sickles all glued together so you ripped out your heart and cha bam. Worked like a charm. The sound of nothing, a foul stench out from what is down a cold breeze, about a thousand miles around’s the round chamber Under the feet is untouched dolesome powder you wonder what it is while it flows through your fingers the tall folded drawing, pulled it, toolin’ a blueprint for a coup and you told yourself just relax and to frown the rest On you mulled with unrelenting pace throughout then found a pool of liquid gold, it was fine inside but outside you drowned. [X2] I’m driftin’ farther from the place we call earth (over) that I’d rather depart from squandering my worth (every) social situation that’s ergotted for my work (I think) how discarded my pie of life is yet it’s first Where am I? This can’t be Kansas, man is it? I must be lost. I’m Tom Hanks (with a volleyball) Oh! A person. No. Just a hallucination. Oh. Perfect. Must of had a roach again. Weighin’ in your mind is what was written on the gate Enter the cave and welcome home, what was known ahead erased led by fate. Get the reigns, go insane, stay up days on end Pencils are forever now your one and only friend Spread over the heart’s a page of notation in DNA no person can rip it ‘way. Even tho you got no frikin rib cage. your parade. Candy’s so ‘vantageous it makes a wreck of bros. It’s social destruction, that third’s history and whatever they say, if they don’t know, rank it a waste. cus you don’t let the critic of a restaurant. Quit the chef No, it’s given, the hand’ll open, no social cus relationships are just gamblin’. In Ocean’s Eleven. [X2] Earth is an eye of the storm I capture the edge Work, to indite a new sound, while unwrapping my head Birth, I live twice, I found me, in res storm, wrap the eye, around me, and get I clash and I bash, I throw the light in a flash I pass a quiz when I don’t, know it exact, it’s half past And I’m havin’ a laugh at wack poser I’m crass Have a bag full of bones of Neil Armstrong on my back Hayo! A chamber, it goes to another dimension Take it – One, two, that’s two seconds wasted! In you go, adios all the talkin’ walls I’ll return if I gotta see your freaky face again So the other side is black, I’m floating in space, what the heck a verdict for instant death? Yep, but I’m just fine I stay here for a while, I’m in pitch black darkness I don’t know what is home, cemented walls and bugs or this no one sees me all alone, in the dark, no emotion Sittin’ with a crayon coloring the skull of Neil neon Oh and hey, at length, I’ll be here I’ll be sittin’ on a halo with a devil in a mirror.

• published: 13 Sep 2014
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