keyboards lights beer bottles paintings knives keys and things
chairs rugs walls floors speakers music air curtains wood
hammers cds paper cigarettes and misshapen dreams
that world around us
we see we see we see we see
sea **** you and me
oh please oh please
rambling for the sake of rambling
of the man who sat with a crooked smile
and broken teeth
a showers no shower with out heart
so whats the point to be clean
he lives on the street and I'm surrounded by clutter
I like the clutts of the ers
gives me reason to stay indoors on sunny days
and lose myself with imaginations of reconstructed men
who fought wars to lose wars who won battles to lose lives
who made money by losing it all
they were told what to do
these false imagined men
and they did just that cause they weren't men
but objects on the street corners
next to ******
at least ****** have jobs employed by lust
we pay them for a quick tour of our bodies
hey I say we're young explore yourself
that itch will go away
maybe
it didn't so you lived good job
tell the devil hi for me
i bet he's a fun guy
or a horned goat painted red by the blood
of the ****** and drama queens
who told stories to scare little children to do good
but that wasn't enough so we were bribed with gifts
gifts from a fat man who watched you day and night
who watched you sleep and say wether you've been naughty or nice
thats creepy
it worked
I got scared and I got anxious
they didn't mean to make me cry
but did i cry a river which flooded those imagined men
away from death into santas lap for the devil to poke with one of his horns
you pick which one
to know that you just realized how old your not
wishing you didn't wish anymore
for those gifts which made good boys and girls
momma didn't lie to hurt
so don't hurt my friends cause these words are random thoughts
unstopped by clicks and ticks from moving fingers
which just don't stop
won't stop
can't stop
will stop
stop

just go