The words are always there,
just can't hear them but once
Halfway roads, cold shoulders,
new experience confront us
All these things in my head,
And even for the wailing baby,
too dumb to breathe right
Our backs are not aligned right,
There will always be a war
the loser's few minuscule successes
But the heart is what's remembered,
Always behind, always tired,
Kings, wash your fucking hands
You don't have to worry, you're alone
But who is pushing yourself?
Descriptions of heaven, wrong mentality
no critics till drugs kick in
makes my old broken bones ache
Riled and wild, rollercoaster,
Rails of endless steel bodies,
My favorite subject is me, plain or potted