Palette is a mess, too little paint
why's everyone in a contest?
I'm using spit to mix mine, to make sense
it's a noisy place
who said ambition had to be part of this room?

Crime waves its flag ever higher and crisps break
inside the packet
they didn't say offspring would go on such a spree
of blindness hunger and misdemeanors
Did it have to be via the moon spilling stolen rays
like the broken words you took from my kisses
only to splash on your canvass?

Four wheels are split and a boy freewheels
in the dying sun
while we carry the spikes and hikes
freaking hell, why can't fantasies live?
I think the lies outgrow their skin
and it's time to moult.

There's a man, on a highway inside his head
he won't come out, he's adamant that he's right
but he won't see he's not alone
He fails to see
that not everyone is a monster.