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?