carry my load
for my back is broken, sir
i fell down the stairs
i held my breathe,
bombarded by stares
of complacent onlookers
a bunch of spiritual hookers

this picture haunts me
help me, sir
it constrains my vision
put on your seatbelt
i predict another collison
hold your breathe
your nightmares are about to come to furition

i warned you
but on you went
like those blissful onlookers
now it's your duty
to warn the next herd of hookers