Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Carry me with paranoia, I'm an itchy monster
Like bodies stashed in a garret,
I'm itchy with paranoia and
Claustrophobic to a pieces.
A stuffy paradox, I climb out windows,
Traverse the wind and glide
Upon demonic, argent wings
Meant to carry me up and beyond.
I fall hard, chuffing dirt
From my mouth, refusing
The elixir of reality.
I sit here, an enigma to reason.
Alive but feeling dead.
8-25-10
I'm itchy with paranoia and
Claustrophobic to a pieces.
A stuffy paradox, I climb out windows,
Traverse the wind and glide
Upon demonic, argent wings
Meant to carry me up and beyond.
I fall hard, chuffing dirt
From my mouth, refusing
The elixir of reality.
I sit here, an enigma to reason.
Alive but feeling dead.
8-25-10
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Carry me with paranoia, I`m an itchy monster
Carry me with paranoia, I`m an itchy monster
