I smell the filth rising out of the sun
this intrepid taunt that lures me to endless rage...
Things are just a mess. the world as we know it is...
which gun is stronger. which is just not...
Night creeps in,
Replacing the light of day...
Cast-off and forged in darkness, encased in solid...
Mind numbing cold erases, memories stranded all...
Eyes stare from ashen face
Mind and memories erase...
Sometimes you just feel things and sometimes you...
Sometimes the numb can be so much & sometimes...
It runs this home
Telling me what I need to be taught...
It was a disheveled mess,
Defused over the town...
My girl was on the phone
sounding worried...
Call it what you will,
But I can still feel the pain...
How eyes flutter
Through prisms of glass...
Liar liar, pants on fire
Sins are only rising higher...