lives in yarmouth & seen the sky just today but he dont know why the day the date is reasonabily high or out of control out of ur mind that when it rains he always finds it like a wet sweater's on ur shoulders & he has nine & from down the road he looks fine up the road is where he dies across the road they're gettin high & beneath the snow is where he'll hide & with any luck intime he'll become a seed & grow up fine

Why do we fabricate to society?
Maybe there's no such thing as consequence.
The devil screams
And I come...

Tall grass is wasted
The bitter air.
We hear loud voices
Am I one ?

Why are we precautious?
Dont fear the fall, encourage it.
The fall is a broken chain to what lies beneath...

Men women children cry
They see sores for you
Don't listen, you don't have to believe...

The sun rolls on
And we listen
The darkness becomes clearer
with a kiss...

We are not slaves, he says
Laughing and staring at the moon
We are not slaves
But are you...?


J. light 08