Eastern string-holds shatter webs attached to reality
a slow misconception dispatched from vitality
weaves its way with hostilty... an infest
the rest birth, responsibilty, meddling with an unwanted guest
my mind creates new intricate patterns, settles for less
i press against a single hearst
the momento a crescendo... a thirst
...like a demented induendo that is never censored... cursed
Breaking into nightmares
hugging a hurst, using weapons shown
fuck leaping... im seeping chrome
smashing stars and slamming beers
creeping i slugishly roam home without peers
The Roadmap of my brain seems to drive on
through ringing bee hives and splitting knives I cry along
distoreted bong thoughts echo through lies like the shining
but im never blanketed by rage 'n whining
hanging onto my own nuce i seek a sage, ignorant youth
so i ask...
...how can you lead without truth...?