Drunk
doesn't do much for me
still
dulls the value of my head
just enough
to let
some
god dam
clarity through

It not their fault
the lonesome lovers

just to far apart
to really
enjoy
each other

There is a swamp in your heart,
Saturated and stagnate,
Who would have you,
I would,
Beside me laid still by our killer,
The moss takes over,
And the moss takes us in,
Invites us to join the floor of this forest,
No funerals,
No one finds the bodies left in the woods.

Excessive threats lead to fear of death
i know your scared but what do you want me to do
their bigger than you
and you can put me out with swing and shout

call the cops i know their ready for this
why would they care unless they can get a kiss from a harem
who is attractive enough
to save you from the big tough.

well live like dogs
running through empty neighborhoods
reclaimed by the land
the we fought off for so long
it cant help but grow
you don't know it though
your world in the screen
your minds melded with the gears

I was sleeping all the time
every day and every night
i slept every day that followed
that day i died

were just snakes who've already died
living in a single moment,
no time.
experiencing everything at once.
this is how life is lived right above.