you understand it all don’t you you’ve inhaled and shot rolled over and passed out you are kings aren’t you?
wolf, everynight, wolf howling at the moon everynight howling at the same moon when the moon explodes what will you do?
life is sad and we all have to do sad things to make it all real
all things have at least two purposes the original intent and to make people feel trivial
tear the bed sheets smash the tv let your children run wild your dreams are shit
Yeah, I’m telling you all this so you’ll think I’m a depressed maniac all the better, you won’t feel as crappy about your own shit waving your money around just makes everyone cry
a lot of things can be said from what people say although not entirely in the conventional sense “did you really mean that?” no, not really you silly did you really mean anything?
It’s just a lack of feelings my friend while you could be fusing your body with this music Isn’t it just a lot more pleasent to hear your own voice instead?
those who shun or acknowledge all criminals and heros alike end up thinking the same damn things sympathy, pity synonymous definitions different users different abusers
quick look at those jellybeans count the colors tally them up now speak up can you change liquorice into strawberry?
is it better to create gaps between similar poles, or to fabricate hate from what we don’t share
you have to worry alone thats what I figure so if it’s gonna explode let it rain
I don’t mind that people keep on believing eating dirt is the only way to know what it tastes like as far as I’m concerned I can tell by your face
She’s dead, there’s nothing I can do for her now– s.s.
duration of a snap that’s how long we care the rest is out of responsiblity we have to follow through with our punches and we leave everyone else with black eyes strangely smiling
I see miracles everyday even in this shitty thing we call a community and I don’t mean charity, or winning some football game I mean things that leave you dumbfounded not even necessarily happy but miracles are temperamental when was the last time you got to look long and hard into the sun? the rage, the fury they always come back to haunt the only things i’ll ever love about this...
don’t we all just think about the abyss ponder, imagine, passageways below, above, right on through fact of the matter is I’m quite scared more scared than anything i’ll ever step on with my left and right feet some people wish there never was an end me, well I’d hate to see a wall only to see that it was a door
I hope you like jammin’ too– pothead