Bound to adjust in a clusterfuck of lust
as i grow older my brain bends backwards sending the past and what i knew forward
farther than i remember sense memories are limited to their makers remarks.
I am left with a mantra of many, to be forwarded and returned upon what ive learned.
and if you ask me ill stay in my pose
asking that my posse surround and inclose
what is left of my lust
is for you to dream and impose
upon what i allow you to take and propose.
because i know you enough to know what you want
and what you want is simple enough.
The power
The fame
The money
The blame
I leave you with lust and memories to shame.