squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
