I balter to this hypnotic tune
My feet tangle and stumble
But I don't stop grinning—
Even laying on the mud
For I am too drunk
To have control over my own feet
So the universe has cruelly blessed me
By drawing that tattoo on my brain
The bow of its violin
Pierces through my skull
Ingrained into my fate like my skin
And controlling my lifeless feet
To these cyclical hymns
That only end
When my legs stumble
And rises no more
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
I balter to this hypnotic tune
My feet tangle and stumble
But I don't stop grinning—
Even laying on the mud
For I am too drunk
To have control over my own feet
So the universe has cruelly blessed me
By drawing that tattoo on my brain
The bow of its violin
Pierces through my skull
Ingrained into my fate like my skin
And controlling my lifeless feet
To these cyclical hymns
That only end
When my legs stumble
And rises no more
