Categorically speaking The last word out of my mouth is cushion on which it all lands I see caution on the wires above the car Toon towns, bushes Metaphysically speaking I received a reading through my tablet Pray for rain For I've grown weary of these small tin cups and balms for sale on the roadside
We had pulled over and were enjoying soda A beverage bound by laws older than man to poison most ordinary life on earth I looked over at grand grey tree, warped like a length of dough Twisted into a sure sign of the vortex
In a state of grief, trying to cling to my purchase on the horizon Painted in just at the bottom corner and nearly cresting Beyond the woolish smog and bespoke sneakers and a caterwaulish scream As manna from long before explodes into a throng of metal bugs
I swore I would uphold some kind of truth in my time About what I would consider sacred And I am considering now the possibility that I am air escaping from a cave Next to a dirty highwayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
