Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I'd like to give the impression of being
Where my eyes look,
There is no horizon,
No glimmer of hope
And no ray of life.
Where my eyes look
And have always looked
Was to a blank wall of emotion,
Coupled with the graying of the ground.
Where I'm looking, you
Can't see me.
My hands crack from your coldness,
You rumble my stomach with disease.
Devoid of morals, you force feed me lies,
Then starve me to death with ignorance.
So I awake to look at the time.
The daily special is no longer being served.
The stain of cigarette smoke
Has marked my hair a darker
Disaster, but the stain of time
Has marked me with the burden of subsistence.
I can always shave my head,
But I can't always just kill myself.
Where my eyes look,
There are no lights at the end of the tunnels,
Or bolts of impracticality.
Where my eyes look, there is nothing.
December 16, 2005
Suge
There is no horizon,
No glimmer of hope
And no ray of life.
Where my eyes look
And have always looked
Was to a blank wall of emotion,
Coupled with the graying of the ground.
Where I'm looking, you
Can't see me.
My hands crack from your coldness,
You rumble my stomach with disease.
Devoid of morals, you force feed me lies,
Then starve me to death with ignorance.
So I awake to look at the time.
The daily special is no longer being served.
The stain of cigarette smoke
Has marked my hair a darker
Disaster, but the stain of time
Has marked me with the burden of subsistence.
I can always shave my head,
But I can't always just kill myself.
Where my eyes look,
There are no lights at the end of the tunnels,
Or bolts of impracticality.
Where my eyes look, there is nothing.
December 16, 2005
Suge
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I`d like to give the impression of being
I`d like to give the impression of being
