there's aggression in the ocean, putting ideas into motion, where the sky fills my day, and i'll cook for the view of a smile, the lords of the wombs, dance in their tombs, all glare up to a dove, an inanimate object incapable of love, *there's an electric wire controlling my mind, that circuits the moon but destroys the wind, when you press eject, you never win, stopping all that was pulsating, through gravity pulling* the emptiness of a catastrophe and an elastic band, which wraps so tight around my hand, walk into an empty forest darkness overwhelms the light, not a wretched sight was seen that night, through the stereo pumps flaring lunes of water, to a man who once lost his only daughter, on below a solid flume, all life will continue to resume, meth-lab hummingbirds in a pale musk, the sounds that flutter into dusk, torn apart for what he craves, we are just our minds slaves, *I see the way you moisten your lips using only your tongue, I see the way, that after all you've been through you still manage to plaster on a fake smile and tell them everything's going to be ok, after all, ignorance is bliss, I see what that truly means now, but the worst thing I see is the other side of the day, the one that once opened, it won't ever go away* tell a cloud in a puddle when the ceiling shines blue, but I cant promise it will answer you, whisper soft and smoothly to the dark abyss of night, is this plummeting or is this plight?

we're all going nowhere together, the time we spend is we can later do better, is there more emotion than we're just like each other, seems not that's sad i'll see you tomorrow, what alive prime time we still have left, is not spent as oneself in true form, it's just to make it through another dawn, but i'll see you tomorrow and repeat the charade, open up your glory box, the places that your head'll go, drinking in the ones around you, ego, oh meatheart, don't you know less is more, and it's more when you're honest, oh meatheart, you are just a brief encounter, the day is not your vice, oh meatheart, live the lie 'til you die, cut by your own knife, oh meatheart, doesn't know how to feel, 'cause reality isn't real, oh meatheart, I can see you once more, got one foot in the door, oh meatheart, can't you just cut it, oh meatheart, you can fake what you make, but eventually you will break, oh meatheart, a self established shrine, your mess will never be mine.

bible inhaler anytime, boomer blooms flumes in corduroy, in the summer a house in marrakesh, hold the earwigs in your soaking chest, cocoon rolling adventures in foam, television for millions alone, down the creek a scarf and elbow pain, things thinking spiders together eating rain, secret thunder for upsetting tastes, crushed home leisure retaliate, in the summer a house in marrakesh, hold the earwigs in your soaking chest, alphabet screamer in forty five sketches of the envelope moon, it'll be over soon.

its not a tragedy, anyway, I want to see, the dead things in me, it's gonna be, it's so empty, you see, a tragedy, you see, anyway, I want to see, it's so empty, you see, you see, anyway, I want to see.

what a time to be alive, in moments you don't sympathize, anything can happen, the bold before you get too old, and it all vanished when the cold, came back into life, what forced it to writhe? the progress made and seen is all destroyed, I thought this time it would last at least until halloween, wrong again it seems, comfort is steady pace, emotions laced of silky grace, a beautiful connection, but affection has changed direction, and there is no such thing as perfection, a nest built like a unit, for all flag family, the love rebounds amongst them, human entirety, human entirety, well life is a simulation of intense desires, moths to light and towards the television towers, another wave and it's making me go fucking insane, breathing in and out a manufactured day, more kerbstone cancer is anyone awake, it may be the fumes or maybe we're too stupid to change, well life is a helter skelter, it's fun for a bit but over too quick, and it was much more fun in the days of ignorant bliss, the subtle difference was the writing on the wall, but no-one can ever foresee their own downfall, close as it felt to the centre of joy, one day you'll be a happy little boy, a happy little boy, one day you'll be so happy.

atom, no more form, we collide, you are born, but I, am all, lies, in the line, falling down, to suicide, I, connect to your sin, I, i'm under your skin, but it's, just as good, good as any, any one could, but it's, it's just as good, as good as anyone in the whole experience could, i'm so excited motherfucker for the day I call my own, where all four walls are each collapsing as you scream that i'm napalm, but I can't generate the disease that will make you want to live, so just repeat the looping numbers and know something's got to give, i'm so delighted motherfucker for the comedy that's god, where every day I breathe in waves is in a postcard from above, but I think i've found a cop-out in my very own black sheep, running parallel into sick health for this my desire and reverence seep.

doo doo doo doo dah do do dah doo haha jajaja woop wop doop

appreciate the dark, falling fuzzy inside a raindrop, part of the park, more to see when there's less to look at, stuff it in the sack, bury who you are, contrast to past the late is black, the rhyme is please, getting bored of these, run away, run afar, the distress is hard, you can't run away from yourself, you can't run away from yourself, breathe a day in waves, rolling out to come back in, too many close shaves, at last the past, re-run your life.

all the things in time, intelligence is a rhyme, the good page reads itself, in health the best resign, repeat a call unfilled, atrocities are all distilled, close the break of hurt, vanish into dirt, yes i'm thrilled, like the hair on chin, the end is where others begin, in motivated jest, always know you're not the best, candleflag, summon the left side in sentence, death of a spider in mind, so unlike what is aligned, yes i'm thrilled.