Friday, 24 June 2011

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Off with wits and I can't dance today.Not getting the cues nor the dewdrops(No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou.) Just tend to smock my words (still not getting it) Wanna be a Renegade(Ok I got it, Shit, I lose it). Can't paint a self-potrait, cant't build a house and with my flesh fool of blood, Smells shit! No more coffee mug about to stir my black fate as I lie as bore as my skeleton! Drawn beyond the lines of reasons leaving  opportunities behind(Spiral out keep going).Now push the envelope watch it bend.But they didn't got a file on me.(Jack's wasted life)It's a strange world(Jack's broken heart)Don't you fucking look at me in the eye(Jack's cold sweat).Over thinking over analyzing seperates the boobs from the mind.(Now can i get an amen?) Sense of infringement and a hue of despair,two tooth the rat race!