Give me a bathysphere
And I could disappear
Go way down under
Away from the blunders
Maybe drink a beer

Let me have a hot air balloon
To float over and loom
Above the burning cities
Pouring shots of pity
Into the plumes

I Want to breathe in the sea
So I can just be
Alone at the bottom
Adjusting the volume
To a lower frequency

And I wish I could fly
Just run and jump into the sky
Shedding my clothes
While flexing a pose
I would go sooo



[Fckng High]

Mickey was a murderer
Malevolent and heartless
Likely killed a courier
Tempted by his progress
Made to feel inferior
Delivering the knowledge
His emptied eyed exterior
Empowering the bosses
Always had an an opened ear
Could reinact the process
Always tried to keep it clear
He filtered out the nonsense
Always had a deagle near
Mickeys thoughts were loss less
Always ordered steak and beer
As he slithered from the charges
Always knew the ends as cure
But begginings were the hardest
The waters ever murkier
And fogging up his goggles
Never feared what's lurking there
The details were his doctorate
He knew who was what
And what was where
The devils were his hostages
Only hostile to his care
As he spelled it out with markers
Only rich to others fare
He was cleaning out their closets
As only those who know who dared
Know how they finally lost him

Women weaponize love
And the men
They eat it up
Until the girl
Has had enough
And the men
Are left with nothing
But their

[Freedom]

The wires
Are exposed

But seldom skewed

The bulb
It is bursting

Banging through

The walls
That are burning

Breaking in hues

In clouds to skies
Framed in cubes

In the end
It's the logic

That murders you

A translucent tie
To the bindings of a fool

The buoyant bull
Who knew the rules


[And still]

Sometimes I've had about enough
All these ******* buttercups

Puckering up
At the first scent of gruff

It's disruptive
To my mustering

I mean

Must we
Smother trouble out of ****

Must we malfunction
Into a skit

A script

Skipp-ed
To laugh tracks

Pre-writ
Until the last laughs

Where the curtains close
To fading claps

All the cards
Are all on the floor

Little adorable torturers

Peering through the doors
Afforded by our tor-mentors

Over it
We will get

Even get on with it

Cuz all of this
This is that and that is this

Is ******* ridiculous
Is worthless

It is foulness in its stench
The bowels of our regret

Unkempt and ******
It's ******* soaked in ****

Where the credits never roll
And the patrons only stroll
On outta here for a beer
And a night on the town

And all this

Flapping of the gums
And slathering of spit

Is glossing over my ****
And it's all we will ever get

If we would just submit

Wipe the sand from our *****
And remove the ******* sticks

We might find
We have loosened up a bit

Just don't be such a little *****
And other inflammatory ****


[That's it]

If this fog is not the most ominous, beautifulist, dangerlious, and mostest lovliest thing in the world, than I be golly goshed darned for Id happy hurl for not much more than now.

...

Some can see the frame
And some can see the paint
Some can see the places
And some can see a face
Some can see the love
While others see the hate

I can see the walls
And I can see the hooks
I can hear the calls
To tell me where to look
And I can write the rules
But won't always sell the book

And you could be the one
The diamond in the rough
You could be the sun
That burns away the bluffs
We could play it dumb
And I will call it love

They will call you art
And I will call you None
You could be my carving
And you could be my blood
I could spill my heart
And paint another One