WASH AWAY THE HURT THE STRUGGLE,
THE PAIN, THE REGRETS, THE MISEDUCATED LOST FEELINGS OF ABUSE,
CONFINED TO A LIFE OF SOLUTUDE IN PURGATORY,
TRAPPED AMONGST THE TORTURES OF FORGOTTEN FORTUNES;
CLEANSED IS THE DIEASE THAT PENERTRATES THE BOWLES OF THE DEPTHS OF FRAGILE SKIN;
DEEP AS MINUTE OLD SIN;
CONSUMED WITH TRANSPARENT THOUGHTS BEGOT FROM A PLACE DWENDLED BY THE SANDDROPS
OF MY MISPLACED HOURGLASS;
LOST INSIDE MY DREAM DROWNING FROM DUST, SAND, CONCRETE AND CLAY;
REGARDLESS OF WHAT'S THE PATH, I JOURNEY THERE,
I CARRY MY ISSUES, NEVER LETTING GO,
NEVER BREAKING THE CYPHER OF MOTHER AND SON,
FATHER AND DAUGHTER;
THE STRESS RELEIVER, GIFT BRINGER, MIDNIGHT CANDLELITE DINNER;
LET ME TAKE YOU ON OUR ODEYSSY OF ECSTCY, NOROTIC, INTOXIC, AND PROMISES OF NONSTOPAGE!