Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Right where it don't belong, a fire for my head
Everything quakes, tempers rise
And things get said.
Sad is the morning, dropping pinpricks of dew on the
Evils of the day. Like tears, the sliding down
Until they are puddles on the ground.
Precious, you step on them like they were dog sh!t.
Afternoons mean nothing but strife and the
Nonbeings come to convince me of a better place that
Doesn't exist on this plane of continuation.
Lower down and lower still, will you cry for me,
Even when I'm gone? Will you
Talk to my grave for hours, wondering if
My ears have heard your whispers and wails?
Existence isn't the solution, it's the problem.
Breathless have you made me when
Realization kicks in that care is definitely there. The
Earth will swallow me
And spit me out, so burn
The remains of my body when I'm gone, don't
Hold onto me,
Especially since I'm barely here anymore.
June 1, 2006
Suge
And things get said.
Sad is the morning, dropping pinpricks of dew on the
Evils of the day. Like tears, the sliding down
Until they are puddles on the ground.
Precious, you step on them like they were dog sh!t.
Afternoons mean nothing but strife and the
Nonbeings come to convince me of a better place that
Doesn't exist on this plane of continuation.
Lower down and lower still, will you cry for me,
Even when I'm gone? Will you
Talk to my grave for hours, wondering if
My ears have heard your whispers and wails?
Existence isn't the solution, it's the problem.
Breathless have you made me when
Realization kicks in that care is definitely there. The
Earth will swallow me
And spit me out, so burn
The remains of my body when I'm gone, don't
Hold onto me,
Especially since I'm barely here anymore.
June 1, 2006
Suge
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Right where it don`t belong, a fire for my head
Right where it don`t belong, a fire for my head
