Well, feels like it's time
to defiantly start searching for another one of those things,
cause this one is a bad joke wrapped up like a ham.
Stressing me out, hairs all on the ground,
I can taste what I assume to be my blood foaming in my mouth!
The things going on around here just dont fit up,
the naked dude in the corner
is the only person not a figment of
mine,
yours,
or his.
Smoked my last smoke out of fear
because it seems I cant trust one of these lepers or crooks...
not one of them seems to have ever read a book!
This things the worst of the worst,
more baboons flinging shit then people to clean.
Not an ounce of respect for the devil in the hallway
or the god under the stairs.
Mom finds another broken window
will have no more toys.
A shadow crept across the ledge,
in the end we where all dead.