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my lips are broken so i cant speak a hole in this nightmare curtan, smothering me choking the life outta my dreams splitting em at the seams aint no spliff that can save me now bathe me so I dont drown I got sleepy eyes fear like ice down my shirt i got dirt in my mouth and on my arm   cant make it on charm alone and I am not fit to throw the first stone cant let the drones hunt me down cant make a sound   but my eyelids weigh a thousand pounds wont see me around my smile's on impound confound heat seeker murder a secret leaker put a skuff in your favorite sneaker

eyes on the road stress fills every pore I best do what I can to feel as though I have ran away all cause of what she had to say try to pry me free with the jaws of life but eyes on the road I feel a little empty inside tried to confide in an empty husk waited till dusk on the third day she hadn't risen still just a faint vision of what coulda been but eyes on the road babe I miss your touch I need your lips so much I'm scared and even began to prepare for the end I swear I need you in my life but eyes on the road hey bro we should go to the beach and blow herb and think up topics and about them we could flow and create rhythm a

To the desk of; God. You're breeding hate in churches like a basement meth lab frying up their minds up like ocean perches leading people the their mental death overdose on superiority capitalize on inferiority you wonder why I'm so morose I was raised to think this is the way it is but now these kids disgust me and I'm not surprised you distrust me but I promise I'll bust thee, thy, fo, fum, I smell words being spun I am never done but see I'm not exactly having fun I debate you in theological matters you dodge my questions like an adder and climb ladders to escape me but your doctrine has shaped me into an edge cutting the paste

Pity my slowed speech and heavy lungs, pity my heart stings strung too tight but know that my wandering eye is justified and that your exotic longings exceed the few belongings bound unto me a sound unto you a hound unto lies under the bed is were your desire hides, and in solitude and longing I do abide, I'm coming to expect nothing more from you because for me, you wont even break stride no, you wont even break stride to hold my hand or cozy up to me, mosey down over to him oh-so-dashing I'll listen for your cry when its his throat I'm a-slashing and when its his skull I'm bashing in, just fix it and take it back to the way

White hairs on my towel, shes been sleeping on my towel, they end up on my chest and on just about all the rest of my clothes, anything black or dark colored (just about everything) You'd think this fact would have me bothered, and probably get her smothered, but I love her so much it doesn't seem to matter weather or not she cares is a total non issue because either way shes always loyal (probably the latter) when I cry I know she wants to bring me a tissue, and comfort me with words and cuddles, and even though she cant I still love her more and more what can you expect from a little white cat.

we used to be so close, now we're a good distance apart I feel you're kind of gross You 'aint much but a skanky little tart sendin pictures all over sendin kisses all over would it hurt that much to just cover up. no longer welded to your hip sometimes I wish I'd given you more lip and oftentimes I think of our relationship and realize it was a gypsy scam, a total gip. I was lured under false pretense way down to the crypt.