Alright y'all pull up a seat and let me tell ya a little about angst and a wide open bottle of Wild Turkey. Now I had a little bit of that bottle and that bottle had a whole lot of me. The rest of the story goes somethin' like this here: I can't explain what brought me down under the waves of sight and sound. Must be the way angst makes me feel, hard as iron, rusted like steel. In my own head projecting life, happy as hell, dull as a knife. Dry as a lake, wetter than sand, kicking myself with my own hand. I'll see you tomorrow sunrise. I'll put it this way, I can't really tell the difference between rewards and penance. It's all the same when you know you're insane, hey, that's the roll I play. Stuck between a love of distaste for members of my alleged race. I don't mean white, I don't mean black, I'm talking homo sapien. I know some got it figured out, and don't care to listen to the shit I spout. But I am I and that's the only way I can see passion and apathy. I sink down the bubbles rise reaching to choke the sight out of my eyes. Lungs are filling up with cold shapeless fingers that know just where to rub. And it all becomes so nicely sedative. Then I catch a glimpse of something shiny like a spoon in sunlight. Drags me back up until I can almost breathe. I'll put it this way, elevation takes it's toll, worth your corpses weight in gold. As worthless as life, as lionized as death, a subtle kick in the balls. What a fuckin' drag, kittens in a bag. Oh so slow the waters rise, chokes the sight out of their eyes. Clawing at fading sky, it fades away and. Then they've never felt so high, never less of an urge to die. Euphoria creeps in a tweeks their little minds, too high to say goodbye...What a fuckin' drag, kittens in a bag. Feelings that you cannot help, they run to deep within yourself. Wanna run, but you can't even catch a breath. Sinking down, bubbles all creeping up bringing a sweat to my tongue. And the darkness of sight to my eyes. Sinking down, bubbles all creeping up, thinking that drowning's not. Such a bad way to die. As I sunk through my gloom Sewerhead graced my eyes. He shook his head, and swam away whispering: "You're a wrecking ball leveling what you built in your head. It's you that tied the knot around the quadrapeds and tossed them into Carbunkle swamp. And they are you...and you have become them." Was so nice to know you sunshine. I can't explain what brought me down under the waves or sight and sound.

Some things I can't discern, I can't quite focus my vision. I need a drink or two to wash down this bitter pie. Wandering through a lie, trying to find that honest smile I lost years ago. Here comes that wicked grin again. None of this is in my contract I don't remember signing on for the tour of hell. I guess that's why I try to stay drunk all the time. You say that you've got an answer, that you see it all clear, and you can ease my mind. Maybe you're just a touch misguided, I think you maybe better dry those righteous eyes. This ain't no fuckin' simulation, it ain't no T.V. program, no carnival ride. This has not been edited to fit your screen...so miss what you will. Lay flat on your back and imagine the sky caving in...like salt in your eyes. And nothing that you've ever seen could prepare you for what lies inside. Some weird substrain; passion and pain, on the edge of my seat; my anxious brain. Unconsoled by my own choice I let the wicked grin that seems so fitting on my face. Fade into the nether region fall apart and become an honest smile. Life out here is like a virgin whore contradicting everything it aspires to be. Freedom of my own servitude. Chewing up the remnants of a future where I once died

I've forgotten to breathe now my face has turned blue. To you this is Ha! Ha! Ha! Twisting and turning. This seems so never ending. Still smoking. The clouds grow thicker. If there's time will you remove the tape and give me a fucking chance. Sweaty fingers dripping shit believe me when I tell you this, restriction, condition. If you don't stop I'll tell. I tend to bruise easily so don't hold back, problem solving. Awaken me quickly sting is left put to the test felt crying bed with iron poles. Can't move the shelter. The sound of a heart with no more beats. Schmitz has the biggest thing. Suppressing tongue sticky fun. Cinzano's got me crazy. Bong load makes me lazy. Pressure treated will hold you up, burn, truck, barrel of blast is so goddamn slow. Lumber love. Beautiful ebony girl feels great. Binky go here. Binky go there. Jabbababinky go everywhere.

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