lost in a distant existent with dipshits making all ways hip and lude news rules blues song are now abused to take the mind sway and grind for they have lost sight of the most Divine a crime my flesh entwine with stress hexed with *** and got them sticks to build myself a house out in the acres of wherever land find myself losing my mind because the dimes lust seems forever man holding sands of time within my hand as my mind thinks that  the girl with that behind and fine boosam will come and touch him in lust again I am lost again my friend my head is said to hold all types of bread