(1999)
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender
When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief
A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
I am Victory, within; You. A balance of all things Pleasant, And antagonistic to Dopamine pure… We Conjure; Then Conquer. Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate,
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,