something like statutory ,my minds been fucked since a young age
another brain stained story, my thoughts be something like aids
staged, fearful and fidgeting, they put these kids on Ritalin
mislead by those that care for them, they keep taking the medicine
meth and heroine, they gave it so we ate
and its never not important so its definitely not to late
we have to stop this ‘fore we grey, stay we dreamers be the regiment
the power is in everything we say, pray ”death to the government”
I will tell you so for sure you know,
I can hear you in my mind.
Your laugh, your breathing soft and slow,
the sound of your lips on mine.
I am not sure if it is you or I,
that makes me feel this way.
The only thing I know as fact,
“I have accepted all the blame.”
Not always every twenty-four,
but on occasion, from time to time.
The drugs, the booze, this hectic life,
I am living suits me fine.
I have never been a betting man,
I know I am nothing of a Saint.
Maybe this mountain is just a mole hill,
Maybe they are two the same.