prove your an old fag by giving me feedback on my song I sit beside the mask of the empty skull dreams of death and confusion while i pass my note by the time I’m through the fire, in the grassy knoll. it goes around and around like im selling dope. kitty on the bridge call it passive necromancy when do you get home? shitt could be the acid talking. annoying. gotta make it to your bed before you start snoring… lips eatin, skin deep and , lies from the tree uh while I’m bleeding, yea i never think about the rest just thinkin about tomorrow. you’ll never be free, until you taste the sorrow. yeah i pull my own weight like my innards through the wall . how true is the falseness that lives inside a fall, my pupils dialatin yea, I’m megatron. what was wrong. time like the womb of a thick fleshed man. and I’m stepping out the gate like ying yong. i don’t have the time but i do got the effort send a reindeer through the sky red heifer. sick of the you that ill never be. confused in the tomb of my own disease, tripping off the fumes of a dismantled race. i live for the flip of my own pace.