I feel the ooZ.
Struggle through the veins.
Rushing through my brain.
Spiking everything that lays around.
Do you feel the sound.
Clenching the ground until it breaks.
It takes the gravil and breaks through.
The greens.
The blues.
The ooZ.
I feel the ooZ.
And the moody blues.
I sleep in goo.
Hit the snooze.
Tik-Tok.
**** the news.
All self to lose.
Losing.
Clothes are loose.
Very Loosly.
Take a cruze.
On that ooZ.
On the Blue.
Deep blue sea.
All I see.
While I flee.
From this vesal.
Its ooozing.