My tomb stone sits on the edge of my personal expression
A lesson learned in time and in conversation
I cower at the thought of losing my own head
My own mind, and my discipline

I know how to stare him straight in the eyes
I know how to deceive him in between my thighs
I am an angel
I am a sinner, and I know how to strangle time
This is the divine era of modern waste, and sweet sublime
I am practicing a dream
I am in the center of space
I am coming together with everything that will ever take place
I am solid, after being liquid, beaten, and broken
I am here for every day that I choose to own it
I am thankful, full, and full of blood
Without you in my life
I would be drowning in the mud