An ocean of spirals,
The body in the trunk.
I'm laying in smiles,
The taste of decayed skunk.

Rotation is taking time with me,
I'm thirsty like a dog.
I ran from my reality,
Into a mindless smog.

I am a kite on a string,
Trying to get away.
But if i don't go quietly,
The men will come to say;

"I'm taking you away from this rotted cancer side,
Now take my hand, get in the car, we're going for a ride."