surfing cowboys

Today our will, will rise. We are no longer the puppets on your strings or the puddle beneath your feet, we are the rain and we will return again.

I don't care how loud you are, how much you push me or shove me. All your words and violence can never put me down, I am eternal and I am sacred.

I am the leader of a cult, we all die in the end.

you are not the boss of me

Crippled and confused I am shriveled and derilect. Won't you be my Patti, won't you be my Smith. Come on little darling lets make a split, todays moonrise is just another reason to abandon ship.
At the bottom of the ocean time does slip, with water in my lungs I couldn't spit. Breathing in ounces of dissapointment and choking on death, suffocating amongst the urchins was easy, spending our time watching the sand blow by. Now todays come again and it aint any longer, poison slides down and tides me over, pausing to wonder, was there something I had to do here before I drown? or was I just meant to sit here and listen to the sound. Nevermind and never forget, it seems to be the reason why we sweat, I can feel the hot sun sitting upon my kneck, holding me down as it sets.

I gotta keep loving or i'll die