I'm a special type of person cuz I realize I'm no special
Paradoxal logic echoes while I train to meld with espers O
Next to gratifying symbiotes I'll still be burning shelter
Send a crow to scout the landscape but pluck all the ducking feathers
I been writing from a place of parenthetic existentialism
Methinks this rhetoric is penchant for an aneurism
I'm an Anglo-Saxon asthma ridden ashen sylvan
Apt and angry classless ass with masterminded cable victims
Serious simile
Mein kampf for time Cops paradoxes and sickle sche mes
Frankly I'm Uneased by every other sentence
Cuz my brain is thinking something though I cannot comprehend it
I ask myself another question.
Why am I only writing sad songs
Should I say it's a bout the album, finding direction
Or be honest scream cry for help until I'm gone
Without a safety net I fear for the fall
Minus a helmet splatter echoes the hhakl
Another reason to be Building something now
I may not get the chance when death is all around

Spent the evening in a bnk bed straing at ceilings
like I was tryna pierce a hole and then escape into meaning
but the vile vial I sip is an ignorant grog
abondoned morals why-ull I lift up my indignant songs
I wanna pray for solidarity but I'm a foul mess
drugged and angry I wallow in sinewy regret
My open mouth is thursty my open arms are warm
my vacant stare is hopeless my failure to reform
often I'm unable to speak to people
like I was visiting the dentist
every gargle is meant to thread a needle
but Im misuderstood and left with none left
and its an at least I know it most of the time
I bless my awareness attitude striking my mind\
I bless this song and all that wish to hear me risen
draping blankets from the top bunk nary a smidgeon

daydreaming on my linens wondering if she gave head
promptly masturbating atop a made bed
nice try the devil
I keep my mind glazed, iced eyes forever, so I'm a
priced product perpetuating a principle
diced dollop of dignity and deferral
crushed concept corrupted callous and curdled
numb nightmare, nobly nocturnal
consecrated by the cleric
midterm election of sanity or esoteric
thought and action, blown away
my noxious nature toxic corps de ballet
sincerity in everything that's my motto
well, that and stayin fluid even in staccato
showering at night
means ill wake up as late as I can

Its the winter
its equinox
I'll blow your speaker box and that's that
take a shot of the tragic and choke back
stumble backward abandon and float, crack
bust a move fore you bust a nut
you hollow fool with a busted Gut
shackles creaking on the features
more sisister the cynic shunning all of his leaders