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Thinking...
Why do I seem to condescend myself
resulting into poor misconsumption
and lack of protectng my health
paranoid and angry portray your assumption
I attempt to retreat back into my mind
empty and black no Cordial traces
Wondering why I'm so unkind
tar like memories and melting faces
A black domain unliving and drouth
leaving me thinking about my dreams
cut lyrics pierce through my mouth
when they haunt me with pressing screams
an inadequate avocate
excersizing their life
with Imaginable advocate
played by a warped fife.
counting on fingers
stepping on toes
because all that lingers
aian't all that goes.
theres too many things
to worry about
too many things
to even count
condescending rhapsody
ippeccable thoughts
can't remember all the crap you see
everything so wrought
