Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...
Your hands grabbed the inside of her throat,
suffocation swallowed her eyes...
You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...
Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...
His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...
I’ve gone too far on the road
to remember...
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
for all the world to see...
Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
Stretching my pills of eternal happiness
to their absolute max...
I wander through this carnival,
And I see those flashing lights...
Thinking back on life i can see
How quickly its progressed with technology...