I've been places where the dark is its sunlight
The noises are naked and noisy
My ears block out screams
The screams are carried in trash bags that are placed in holes in the earth that play performences to recollect value
Oh dear God what ive been deciphered as is scriptured in your book
I haven't yet noticed the fullness of time and my patience is running out
There are songs that blend with my soul
There are days where the sun doesn't give light to my world of cancer
I look forward to foggy days for some kind of push to create a man out of myself
When I see myself, I see that I'm inspired by magic lanterns and damaging the atmosphere
At times I leap back a few and notice my mistakes
And I noticed no one loves a cannabis addict who roams the moving universe I'm creating and destroying
There's little hope, but no water
There a destination, but no roads
There's dreams, but no sleep
There's your future, but I'm not there
There's people, but no humanity
It's 4am, I wonder what I'll look forward to later on in my dreary merciful prison