FuckinAcidMan
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 13, 2016
- Messages
- 1,226
Conception of the dim light
it's thrilling and it's chilling
gives the bleak night fresh life
makes the teeth grind and the flesh squirm
I'm not a man I'm a worm and I writhe and I thrive
I eat the flesh of the dead re-purpose it from rot to something that's not gone bad
I've fed and I've bred and I've smacked my own head in any number of ways
Lost a few evenings and days but that's ok, most of them were pointless anyway
filler episodes getting in the way of my sprint to the finish
that door prize and free t shirt
shit we all get
empty materialistic droning meaningless bullshit
is like a comfortable ass pillow to lay a weary info soaked head
cause I'm burnt down to the filament and it feeeeeels so goood.
Pulling myself apart for days just to see what sticks and what fades away
it's like washing the dishes
it's like washing away your stupid dreams and wishes
leaving realistic grit and some pieces of split perspective
Elect another representative and hope he'll blow you away or whatever you think he's gonna do
I hate to break it to you but none of those people give a shit about you.
Unravel,
backtrack, intact flashbacks smack of nostalgia.
Looking for little flecks of joy in a sea of misery and endless bitching
Cause admittedly shit is going down the drain.
Play roulette and slots till the end of days
Lights dazzling that tired fucking brain
Dopamine flowing, only thing left plain and unstained
Memories deleted as you're running out of room
Filling up with silver linings flaking off that black cloud of doom.
it's thrilling and it's chilling
gives the bleak night fresh life
makes the teeth grind and the flesh squirm
I'm not a man I'm a worm and I writhe and I thrive
I eat the flesh of the dead re-purpose it from rot to something that's not gone bad
I've fed and I've bred and I've smacked my own head in any number of ways
Lost a few evenings and days but that's ok, most of them were pointless anyway
filler episodes getting in the way of my sprint to the finish
that door prize and free t shirt
shit we all get
empty materialistic droning meaningless bullshit
is like a comfortable ass pillow to lay a weary info soaked head
cause I'm burnt down to the filament and it feeeeeels so goood.
Pulling myself apart for days just to see what sticks and what fades away
it's like washing the dishes
it's like washing away your stupid dreams and wishes
leaving realistic grit and some pieces of split perspective
Elect another representative and hope he'll blow you away or whatever you think he's gonna do
I hate to break it to you but none of those people give a shit about you.
Unravel,
backtrack, intact flashbacks smack of nostalgia.
Looking for little flecks of joy in a sea of misery and endless bitching
Cause admittedly shit is going down the drain.
Play roulette and slots till the end of days
Lights dazzling that tired fucking brain
Dopamine flowing, only thing left plain and unstained
Memories deleted as you're running out of room
Filling up with silver linings flaking off that black cloud of doom.