supersonic
Bluelighter
Sometimes I see the thin paint peeling of the wall inside my skull, and I wonder if the janitors will clean that stain in the corner.
Can it be that I seem to reflect everything thats to complicated for me to understand and what I'm left with is a wretched black little pile of nothing.
Wouldn't know wouldn't care about this world and all its reptiles that seem to leap and pray about for random gestures of attention.
Got enough on my mind as it is, and it seems that most of it is whats on yours so maybe it'd be nice to leave myself alone.
Stagnate, ressesatate, masturbate in my old pissing grounds like the stain on the wall of my mind that seems to randomly unwind its stink upon the world before me.
Is it drab? Am I sad? Is this really what I mean? If I scream will you hear? Or are you too busy in there painting the walls of your mind, too inclined, to yourself, just like me, to see what it is, I could be?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Can it be that I seem to reflect everything thats to complicated for me to understand and what I'm left with is a wretched black little pile of nothing.
Wouldn't know wouldn't care about this world and all its reptiles that seem to leap and pray about for random gestures of attention.
Got enough on my mind as it is, and it seems that most of it is whats on yours so maybe it'd be nice to leave myself alone.
Stagnate, ressesatate, masturbate in my old pissing grounds like the stain on the wall of my mind that seems to randomly unwind its stink upon the world before me.
Is it drab? Am I sad? Is this really what I mean? If I scream will you hear? Or are you too busy in there painting the walls of your mind, too inclined, to yourself, just like me, to see what it is, I could be?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
