Lost in the fridge of hell
Lost in my mind’s eye
I push them all away
But I swear they pushed me first
This town has its gospel
But it is backward masked
I count my change,
******* my flask
Until I can no longer
Connect the dots of light
The only question left to ask
Is if those who do wrong
Are in their right mind…
I don’t think so
But we all couldn’t live
Without the word crime…
To see skewed through your
Mind’s eye