Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Loathing Blue Skies
Bring me higher,
The new hire,
Loathing blue skies
That produce no rain
To storm up my thoughts.
It is the rain that can help you when you shiver.
With my eye,
I see, and wonder
The feel of the sea.
When will it heal?
That emotional scab
That oozes sorrowfulness and
A chemical imbalance.
I feel like I fell
From a star and,
I miss that star.
I need my home,
Send me home…
There are no clouds to take me back when.
August 26, 2005
Suge
The new hire,
Loathing blue skies
That produce no rain
To storm up my thoughts.
It is the rain that can help you when you shiver.
With my eye,
I see, and wonder
The feel of the sea.
When will it heal?
That emotional scab
That oozes sorrowfulness and
A chemical imbalance.
I feel like I fell
From a star and,
I miss that star.
I need my home,
Send me home…
There are no clouds to take me back when.
August 26, 2005
Suge
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Loathing Blue Skies
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