Im dead i fear already years have passed and fell with ash a gash was left inside my head in lies and sex well i feel truly blessed with this burden so thank you ive burned for you ive lied this time a crime is crawling slow its cancer in my family cancer in my bones we owe this to our selves and no one else we see the hell on the wall in the window in the wind though i see the world spin slow not so hell bent on rents debts bets and broke down habbits they make the holes we are the rabbits because were sick we arent really feeling not nearly reeling we conjealing in our homes left stuck and left alone a dron confused with views of something more than this the signs of life love good happy dream but where all just fucking tired and cant wait to sleep its strange to me how we all love to play dead and be alone and be a drone and be nothing but the junk in our head bleeding screaming walking in skin you touch so softly but your not really there.
