(2014)
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,
A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,
We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,
Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,
Shape end sound, Taste ant texture, Mined make(s)cents, Know knead four Lecture,
When water first flows, It may not find itself to be a riv… But as time passes, And water continues to flow, It will find its path,
Time is relative, And moments can seem long, But they add up fast, And then they’re gone, We don’t have long before we die.
Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
Everything is serious, and everyth… Everything is darkness, and everyt…
Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,
Can a key be blamed for what’s beh… I shed a tear, For every moment gone unspoken for… Just as words cannot define our gr… My touch cannot confine this compl…
