Our tender heads
Had to have protection.
Why hills?
We could of loved wearing
Thick honey forever and ever.
Remember the chaplain and his white
Peacefull print outs.
There's a prize if you can love god.
There's a way to write in perfect cursive.
A good world is seldome made.
A good father will never be real with you.
He has learned not to listen to opinions.
His son is idle
We both failed like paper bills.
We both lie to stay
surreal.
Because of his secrets I will
Have my own death to myself.
Because we have no courage
For dead beat reality.

His arm has no pupil
Because her carnage is inhuman.
But we all know how she's eating
He knows what she's keeping.
Because her eyes are not living.
But her hunger is killing.

In fifteen minutes you've exchanged
Your tire tracks for some one else's oil leak. Their driving off the ramp and
Now you've been blamed for standing
In some on else's ****.
You can leave or you can stay
But remember you live on a tiny island
Where gossip is all the rage.

When the moon erupted
I knew I missed my chance
To capture the outside world
Because I was always to lazy
To leave my own ambitions.
The moon eruptred and I missed
My shot at changing life forever.

A delusional man from Samoa
Packed  his bags for trip to Angola.
He got very sick
Because Obomas a ****
And now he's spreading Ebola.

There's waldo selling
Pictures of British gardens
Over the wet concrete.
Can some man
Get lost like many have
Over delusions
Of romantic poverty
Maybe he can get
What he wants
Like the dream
Of getting a mansion
Older then your ancestors.
Some say its a haunted
Because the old myth
Says stick with what you got.

I knew there would be black smoke
Escaping from my powerless
Hold on the path of no mans
Lands atonement.
I went as fast as I could
Into the grounds of unbaried graves.