Using my arms as my legs
across this bottomless pit
Came too far to beg,
coz’ they’ve forgotten this spit
The old hag, great fall and
rat scratches on the sole of my feet…
Oh, what the heck, I’ll recreate all
the bad sketches on the wall of my feat!!
Lost tooth, the devil loathes across my smile
It costs truth, but level roads
are not my style