Somebody. Anybody. Anybody? Anybody! Make another wish. And wish for calamity.
Get your focus fixed. And fix another tree. Everybody see. To make it greener and smokey for me. For another life. We could keep a tab. And follow up until it's time. It's time? It's time. It's time to leave.
Pop another can. And understand and say it - The world is not endless for me.
All of which is mine. For the making. For the taking. For the leaving. For the innocence. And pestilence. And suckers in unity. Would I yet deny. That you've broken me. And awoken me. From a slumberless m************ life?
To the break of dawn. Why? Get you frikking words and your pictures and britches to another place. Where I can suffer in peace with another man who has a family. And a basset hound. And...
Was this just another world. With occasion. And evasion. And a martyr to f*** his mothers till deformity. But it's not. It could be only me. And my own. And a key. To the makers of deceit. So when I go, I could just be another person. With a face. And a nose. And a heart that can't be broken. But I just gotta go and find my own way.
They all weaken when they hit the ground.
My God. If this is okay then, please would you let me go today.
Cos I really have, to find my own way.
But then honestly, do you really think that they care?
When you know that they thought you're already dead.
Get your focus fixed. And fix another tree. Everybody see. To make it greener and smokey for me. For another life. We could keep a tab. And follow up until it's time. It's time? It's time. It's time to leave.
Pop another can. And understand and say it - The world is not endless for me.
All of which is mine. For the making. For the taking. For the leaving. For the innocence. And pestilence. And suckers in unity. Would I yet deny. That you've broken me. And awoken me. From a slumberless m************ life?
To the break of dawn. Why? Get you frikking words and your pictures and britches to another place. Where I can suffer in peace with another man who has a family. And a basset hound. And...
Was this just another world. With occasion. And evasion. And a martyr to f*** his mothers till deformity. But it's not. It could be only me. And my own. And a key. To the makers of deceit. So when I go, I could just be another person. With a face. And a nose. And a heart that can't be broken. But I just gotta go and find my own way.
They all weaken when they hit the ground.
My God. If this is okay then, please would you let me go today.
Cos I really have, to find my own way.
But then honestly, do you really think that they care?
When you know that they thought you're already dead.