Skin I'm not really focused on giving in to your demands and people always have them, whoever they are. And half of the smart ones spark too much of manufactured shards from a street by the pond with an old willow tree. And that times three lines like its own symphony, I'm beaming. I'm eating up your soul with my smile cause you love me just enough to burrow under my shadow, so I can fight the monsters like we're living in Glasgow. Happy, happy.. joy... Let it go like a broken toy that never seizes the noise. I'm about THIS close to letting you climb under my skin, I've had a good few years of having to deal with patience. What I mean, cause... I really mean, well it could be that I lost my self in the routine of making my eyes bleed. I'm sorry, I fight me. I'm sorry, I died inside and along with rest of these cold hearted youth in the West. If I was so smart.. Wouldn't there be something I could possess unfathomable? So casual.. Being four plateaus over your flower sweet scent. It's in those, where fungi and sense goes. You corrosion, you eroded little blip. The simple fact is someone had to leave you behind. The simple fact is I want nothing more than to lead you to find.. To find a new season you can breathe and divide your soul with little children. I'm still convinced of an end, I'm sorry for being strict and upset. You have the heart to bend the minds of any being and climb within their domain. I can't absorb the profane, the addict and mis happenings.. But you have a gift from God. And I don't need to be an artist to explain why we are stricken with awe in your presence.. It's like waking up on Christmas to presents.. And the present is not as strange as who said it was. And I can blame this damn insatiable panorama, as to why I never said why I long for your damage and care. Because with every pure person, there is loss and despair. And the cost of having an obviously unplotted affair.. Is not too sick. An insane mind comes from knowing why the earth is round but lit up in the center of darkness.. All surrounded with floating clockwork on astronomical chalkboards. It's another language.. It's another room. I would bring you, or could you bring me, deep within the seed of the evening and why we rotate on a opposite rotating platform. I wouldn't want to catch a cold going too far out there, so I would come back home. To my own little shelter of hydrocodone. I was high and so low, I was shy and loco, and locally inclined to show some weird type of shady attitude and slow mo in my vibe.. I was a stranger of the night.. How could one bring themselves to define why our hearts met. If they met at all. I'd probably fall to my feet. I am a child in big feet. And a smile can bring the evening back. The touch of your skin, the freeze on my back when your words mouth too close. A vibration that collected in order, for me to avoid the order.. Of everything. It is sort of.. Cold in the night. Glowing still with bright teeth. I wouldn't mind the warmth of two extra feet to stand next to me. More this.. More that. I'm assisting the matter to grave down on the plummet, the underground for the matter of getting the first seat at our show. Let's watch it all unfold, shall we? SHALL WE? I'm only a couple thousand hours focused in on our blessing. I can digest it.. I can surprise myself and throw my hands to the sky, saying almighty things and forcing scene to the light that everyone pointed at me. The source is obscene. I'm enormously invigorated.. I'm not emotionally detached. But I do feel relaxed. And my story is fact someday. The middle of the forehead and math of four corners. To get passed my undeniable and open oddity, and escape the prophesy of choosing coffin beds or ashes. We defend against matter that bring storm to our steps. Please come after the wind, and run into my arms. Sink your teeth in every inch of my heart. Tighten your grip on my arms and keep this close with the charm of that fist. That glimpse, that star, that magic, that trip-tense. That hope for a better tomorrow. Those eyes that say.. 'I want this.'

Dim In Hug'um Bug'um Hillumscrot Sometimes I feel so happy I am just another person Another person there Singing to the wind.. Picture my hand next to yours with a window Between all our fingers, joined at the tips Our skin doesn't touch but it still feels intense She looks right at me And the black of the summer begins to come out of the windowsill And the frame falls off as the sky reaches down to me What am I bound to see if it all suddenly dropped Like a weight or a piano in the tv box.. We are washed up on the shore with our hands stuck.. A thousand mistakes more to fess And you think the tundra is the very best.. Even in the cold when your brain starts to mold There's no place like the first place... When your spine said to shush And when your bones said to shiver.. Use me cause I have extra warmth More than I had last winter.. Just let her sit there Watch her twirl her hair She is the prison where I found love and despair She is the gift who sent me off to paradise My own plane to restrain myself in.. You have beautifully sick eyes and I find love through them, oh my... And if we ever reach the sky Meet me somewhere out in the blue.. And I don't mind if I don't die So when we get there.. Don't think it's goodbye... It's only the one long gone who found peace Keep running.. until you've found me Keep running.. until you've found me Somewhere underneath the apple tree.. Why did we re correct the cy-cle Thinking that our minds won't Lose all of their pride once this is all over!.. But I hope.. That somewhere inside the sand.. All of the people know.. What comes at the end.. Have someone to depend on Because sometimes you don't And all you really need is a friend.. And cause the water feels deeper than most days You're still here... Thats something queer.. Yeah, we found you somewhere stuck in a crack Lonely as ever with eyes turning black You look different today... And I've seen you every day of my #life.. I've known you more every day of my #life..... But I had no idea until these past years That my face could look the same but so unfamiliar And still it's still And still everything is still.. And the beauty of the other mask Don't watch his eyes, don't even ask.. It would lacerate your psyche And I wouldn't help by the end of the summer... The fall doesn't actually come until the skies dark forever And all of the stars fall one by one, yet all at once.. The fall is not the end or desolate It's something we will all embrace The day we forget time and space... We woke up one day and the sky was black But it's okay..

Dissociative Amnesia Honey, honey.. Food for my teeth I'm here to get a taste So much I can feel my upper lip shake I don't think there's a better place Cause I'm infatuated I'm deeply attached to someone I'm deeply attached to something here I deeply feel bad for the person who has to alter his mind To the point where #life is just a device, we used to- Get by And I'm all.. right if chaos erupts I've seen my world crumble in the wake of a crump And everything suddenly feels as if - Something big is just about to happen and steal the funk The thump of the room accompanied by a routine check Of pulling blinds up just an inch to make sure no ones on my doorstep And we sit and twitch until our bones ache and we've lost our core respect I cannot wait another second to leave the house for clear breath Cause driven away for twenty four hours just about gave me mental cloud bubble 'I can smell trouble from a mile away in this dump' We keep burning holes inside the master's tower But it maintains power, and the lights are on Trapped at home, just like during a long storm He's just a laugh away from dying.. And flowers float throughout a clouded countryside of orange on the other side of the horizon So I have to miss precious weather fluctuations, not surprising Because I live desert dumb sub divisions Still, during the rainfalls But it's still lit up in flames and assortment of rings as my own body sing songs The only energy or electric current present is- Binaural streams and deep pulse Making me nervous Keep my nerves split and curved perfect Leave the past and lead the present And open up that front door and take on excursion I get it now.. Another message on my front porch Telling me where to get more Another session and I want more So let's talk about running Let's talk about #life Let's talk about the funny things And let's talk about how the honey stings Oh how the honey stings It may be sweet, it may be wonderful It may continue to pull your puppet strings It may lead us down a stream of dreams where I- Can see the bubble pop, bigger than the bang Because it's the saame thing... Please forgive me everybody I've ever mistreated I only did it because I was in need of a sweetener And a sweeter girl I could push to better days But it doesn't happen in the scheme of things I'm left looking at my fan rotate and wondering if it goes backwards every other day If it did, I wouldn't care anyway Cause I reciprocate in an okay style The need for symphony and smiles weighs me down I fear delusions more than losing too many pounds I'm amongst a fungus that walks around and breeds bees I then plant seeds inside of an army made to defend trees I'd only bring a forest to the ground on it, in search for the source In search of main vein growing beneath the core of the forest Where more of us wander off course but still enjoy that we're close to each other But honey makes my money think it's funny And my confidence is nothing once I've realized they can outrun me So I won't be here where it drips The path seemed basic, the past seems broken And soon this interaction will feel ancient It's like candy and has the sour type It's like a dandelion with no leaves attached to the taproot Our breath parachutes them through atmosphere It's like my hand under a microscope at 1 pm in July Sitting in the sun as I focus on my index finger with the light I let it simmer so I know what to expect next time I let it sink deeper, engrave, all of my mistakes But I still love honey more than my own two feet I'm a creep I don't belong here anymore What the hell am I supposed to do if I'm just a substitute You have an intrusive effect on me And I can't decide if I'm a lesser being For being another human being who loves to be next to you And I'm criminal.. So slit my throat I'm a little soul growing in the field of madness You're hysterical, I'm the gladdest individual laughing I could sit upon a couch and stare at white walls for hours and hours Now everything that supposed to be entertaining lacks that sweet, sweet taste But that's a sweet, sweet face, honey Moves me apart from my heart and the rest of time and space I could love everybody But they will never ALL love me However much bitter sweetening Sometimes I just feel like Tearing every creation of my existence and pure #life Right from out my chest until I'm numb Sometimes I wanna cut the line and just be the fish and drop Sometimes I wanna jump from a plane and try to maintain- My arms in a position where I catch the clouds like I needed rain- So I went directly to the source Like the honey tree.. Oh how the honey stings.. But I just wanna be.. I just wanna be somebody different half the time I'm getting tired of getting half of night's worth of sleep a week I'm getting eager to unplug my brain cords All retinas, neuron transmitters The entire pituitary gland, to release my endorphins I feel like a chemically constructed youth Who lost all of is choices to Another way to boil the kettle up- All because I'm fed up with the small things My ears ring.. I can't breathe.. Inside my head, 'til surprise, we're dead And I no longer have to feel sorry I no longer have to be cautious I'm a watch that's tick-less Upon the big VY's king, highest within his own universe's wrist.... The honey will infuse your brain until it feels like an anemone You're alien, I am too.. Don't feel bad when the whole world rejects you.. Don't get mad when the gold doesn't get you where wanna be Don't look past the places you've left to rot in memory.. Or the people, too.. Here's an evil scoop.. I sometimes wonder if I'm at the point where I'm actually gonna cut off every single attachment I have with all of my past acquaintances and friends I'm almost double the age of ten and it's getting intense to imagine that in ten more years I'll probably have a wife and kids I have no idea who or what I wanna spend my time with in the following decade of my #life But I hope somewhere I find a light And I hope nowhere I find the honey I can enjoy so many other different and sweeter things Like goosebumps and breeze that cloaks my skin The funny thing is we are all feeling this All of the sorrows and discouragement So maybe now I won't wanna jump out of it..

Orange Ten tadpoles, swimming in the lake Water rushes across my cuticles I'm a tad isolated I spend my time pacing the lake's shore The trees make sure I'm nicely placed in the present It's Autumn.. And the thrashing of fish As the birds sing songs And the snapping of turtles that burrow in the mud Turn the natural sound into music for us Plus, I'm almost completely convinced I could swim to the bottom of the lake But who's to say that when I get there I won't just sit there and wait It was at this time fate did not appear tragic No tragedy today Would I try it? Part of me increased in heartbeat Part of me felt my gut drop And part of me missed part of what was missing Part of me feels as though I could have had a kiss with death And part of me fears the second when I realize there's finally nothing left I looked amidst the water The shine of the sun reflected at us My spine and my lungs both feel traumatic pressure for a brief moment No sense is made, no fence is laid to separate us I couldn't push you in the lake or mud I can play hide and go seek and find a spot under a pile of leaves That was the beauty of childhood memories Most of them have much deeper meaning than their appearance to others I can witness the grass in my backyard And past fields of green keep me at bay from feeling scarred some days I still imagine pictures as an escape from bad cards I had to play I misbehaved for a very long time But put me near the lake and I'm calm like the sky on a clear day It could be cold and have snow covering the top And I'd still sit upon the brook and throw rocks If it was warm, catch me catching tadpoles You know that scent of fine water And surrounding your feet is nine minnows One big fish feeling up against my skin And the world turns indigo Simple, little, not so intimidating Blue like the water And I feel blue like the water And I feel loose at the joints like the water I belong closer I'm among exposure of a source that tries to look at me closer It may never speak but it definitely feels some way about me Cause when I come in contact my whole body will freeze That does not just happen I am no enemy but I'll defend from the internal static shock Which comes from beneath and above the rocks But I cannot defend against the pulse within my body So if it goes out, and I float through fine water Everything is okay, everything is alright I'll be here as nine minnows, and one big fish watching the night turn orange I'll be here with my fish I'll be here in my mind I'll be here in my mind

What Can I Be What can I be I can be more then just a body with a brain I can be someone who wanted things simple I could be a trance waiting to engulf your aura I could be the emotion you feel at the first sight of the ocean I can be an explosion of fire coated erosion Ashes to ashes, and dust's a bluff I could someday just say enough's enough I could lose a lung to bad luck I can be an astronaut looking down from further out into galaxy I could be a therapist and hear your #life stories I could live in Alaska and have homemade flurries all year around.. I could dress up like a clown I could be a savior to my child someday.. And even when it's grey outside I could be the sun that peaks from the sky In between the clouds to bring happy smiles I can definitely feed on that supply I could have a heart that won't ever stop beating I could bleed from implanted arteries I could inside find the heart to be the #life of the party I can be a short tempered Harvey I could have a painted face like Boondox and harvest I could bury bodies in a garden like I'm an insane author I could be bipolar I could feel satisfactory from owning a jacket I could find sense now that I'm older I could find love but I probably won't here I can be a deaf and see everyone react silently when I tell em that I won't hear I could have cancer waiting in the pit of stomach I could find a parasite living inside my pupils Yes, on both sides.. I could be surprised at the fact I'm not your focus I feel like I can't be opened I feel like I stand for hoping I can disagree with a lot that I'm taught but I'm not that type of person I could be okay with the diversity of earth I could be alone right now and nobody would even know it I could feel out of sync with the crowd in fear that I might blow it I could be a distant face that just sits and waits Watching from across the table with an empty plate.. I could be the spin that creates safe haven I could be the chest you put your back to and lay in I can be a chess piece that isn't exactly complete So they filled a whole row with me I could believe I'm not welcome I could forget myself and leave this place I could also leave a body filled with empty space Soulless.. Like I'm used to going unnoticed I could find my caring being in somebody who would cherish me I could love so many different people but they'd never understand it I could play pick the bone with a box of lambs I could pitch a tent beneath a hex in specks that project the sky like a lamp I could be afraid of the dark I could be determined to invest my whole #life in art I could find tranquility through orthodox I can be a surgeon I could befriend a doctor who can only sleep when he drinks cough syrup I could find peace in the way you lend a hand I could be just a person I could be just another part of the earth I could be a puzzle or design that is molded in your mind I could learn to fetch the closing of my #life I could circulate your blood flow I could percolate the Indo I could find peace in the end though I could mistake my friends for cardboard And give them weight all because I can't sustain it.. I could be a guy with brain damage I could stand every bit of the mess that I'm in but the nest.. The nest isn't exactly fit for a human I could illuminate the sky, disappear and never be seen again I could be a seamless net to catch you in I could never let go of the fact you chose to let me in I could possess the stress to say death is inevitable but not for today I could be an early bird because I love to observe I could be a faded link that only tightens when somebody pushes the fence I could wonder how I got here Or I could wonder when I'll stop feeling I can find the eye of the storm But I can guarantee you will find me aiming at its throat I can be the heart, pump only when I'm both sides of the mote I could be the reason to cherry coat I could be out if plans but I could make a stand I could be a plastic man Or I could be a match and smoke