Have you seen me?
I'm missing.
In a little town,
that I've been around,
I've found the one
and only hole in hundreds
leading to a separate world
below.
Asphalt and all,
cold hearts,
nearly bare feet travel lengthy
streets, small in complaint.
Asphalt and all,
dead brains,
nearly there, but wrapped in
politic, fighting over what's real.
Have you seen me?
Apparently, I'm gone with no reason.
I've been around.
Everything is strange lines coming
out of nowhere, taking root as patterns,
meaning what you make it.
Asphalt and all,
**** brains,
nowhere near, but covered
in politic, fighting over what's real.
-- but I'm alive.
They can fight me.
-- but I'm alive.
All your brains can fight me,
fight their eyes.
They can fight me.
All they want to fight.
They can fight me.
-- but I'm alive.
I'm alive.
I'm alive.
I'm alive.
Fight me.
I'm smoking ****,
diving into dreams,
barely leaving my house.
Come on, *****, fight me.
If your heart does so explode,
when your eyes cast sight on what you know
is abominable, then come and arson these
paper walls with me inside.
Fight me. Take the life.
-- but I existed.
I existed.
I existed.
I take solace knowing that by living at all,
I've angered people.
That's, hilarious.