Push the plunger,
Pull the thread,
Stars in my eyes,
I can be anything when I am HiiGH,
Kiss me sweetly,
Blood on my lips,
Licked that poison off the top of a needle,
Push the plunger,
Stars in my eyes,
I only love you when I’m high,
After the train has left the station…
***** dont touch me!!
It stings like broken glass,
Left these track marks all on my arms,
Push the plunger,
Pull the thread,
I am nothing when I am DEAD

I tease the thought of what love could be,
I tease the thought with a fine toothed comb,
Weaving intricate designs that appeal to the eye and mind,
I think about all the fruits he brought,
Sweet tooth tricked my brain into thinking bitter fruit was bliss,
I tease the thought of love with ease,
But the bitter after taste stung my lips with a poisoned kiss,
I flirt with the fantasy that love may be real,
I **** the flame the moment I feel,
I've walked the walk enough times to know...
That love teases me and I don't tease it.

I wanna wrap my arm around yours,
I wanna lean my head on your shoulder,
I wanna blow smoke to the sky
I want you to see the stars in my eyes,
Glossy, glossy, feel so high,
Glassy, Glassy, feels so nice,
I wanna feel special like I know I'm not,
I wanna fall in love with the lie of my life,
I wanna feel like that time I almost died,
I wanna feel your heart beat in mine,
I wanna lay with you like I always craved for,
I wanna walk away like I never knew ya,
I wanna fall in love with the lie,
I wanna kiss you under the stars,
I wanna swallow the smoke you blow in my eyes,
I wanna feel, touch, kiss, ****, sleep under a blanket of stars,
I wanna feel high, be alive just this ONE time

You said you're really good in bed,
And I might have to put you to the test,
You said you made love like a God,
But I gave you a taste and lemme tell you it wasn't ****,
All I did was lay there like the dead,

1,2,3 pumps you were all fluff just like a loaf of bread,
You couldn't tickle me if the joke was funny,

I got up and I left that bedroom running,
You were such a hack in bed!
You were such a lousy **** Wish I was dead,

Maybe your shy,
Maybe your not,
Maybe I make men nervous, And your talk looks more like Child's Play,

I'll give you one more chance to change my mind,
I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me,
You know me now,
So you can stop being shy,

Oh no, oh God it was terrible AGAIN!
1 pump..
1 1/2...
A minute man,
I guess I won't be seeing you again,

Your bed game ***** and your attitude stinks more than my regret,
I changed my mind,
I rather go blind,
I rather ******* than to let you make it "up" or down to me again.

"AMMONIA DRENCHED FLOWERS"

They say if you like a flower let it grow,
Do not pick it before it grows,
I saw pretty flowers grow..
Amongst the silver and the gold,
A silhouette against a reddening sun,
Under my boots the clatter of crumbling rocks,
Trying to find relief why keeping modesty,
A sea of yellow sour flowers fold upon the fields,
As I water them up against the wall,
I ****** upon the flowers,
As pretty as they were,
They fill the air with the pungent scent of ammonia,
A visit from every vagabond, misplaced person, or ghosts in living in shells,
That walked the yellow brick road before I died

We are not free when we're always fighting,
What are we fighting for?

We fight for peace,
we fight at wars,
we fight in the name of the lord but whose god is the most?

The reasons for which we fight for has been lost in translation lost for reasons unknown,

Freedom is not free,
Freedom is not yours,
Nor is it mines at all,

We fight for equality,
Fight for a government that fills its own pockets with the blood and the sweat of the poor,

Fat cats get larger,
Cash turned to plastic,
Poverty stricken our hungry souls,
We starve in our own home country while we feed the ones throwing stones,

Freedom is not free,
Freedom is not yours,
Nor is it mine at all,

We fight for identity but yet still have an identity crisis,
And no one knows who they are anymore,

We're controlled by pandemics,
Killed off by a virus,
We vote but our voice still isn't our own.

Sometimes, I can't hold it together,
My silence isn't really strength,
Sometimes, it's an emotional shock,
So my silence is to keep me from falling apart,
Sometimes, I just need a solid a hug,
To keep all my broken pieces from falling apart,
But sometimes, it's just too much to ask,
Because everyone assumes I'm in no need for human affection,
Most times, I just hold my breath,
I feel my exploding heart in my neck,
Sometimes, I just need a hug,
Something genuine where people aren't trying to take advantage to feel me up.