Cathartic condition
Far from bliss
A foolish decision
Clearly a miss
Soulless revision
No shelter in this
Into remission
Into the abyss

A clip full of kisses
loaded
She shot me down
Like an animal
goaded
I hit the ground

And on my venture
Herds and flocks of birds in frocks
Fathom long legs in knee high socks
No longer I contain or diverge the rocks
From bieng coloured and framed by burbon stocks.