| Free the maggots pass that advice on... tell her she earned it tell her she makes my muddy arrogance slide been in on the last gasp... a road in drivin rain.. drivin rain like jazz that goes nowhere and you puke from your bones to your throat.. its the chaos, see? its that great nebula gnawing through the attics and furniture took a broken soul on a soil walk.. on a dead heat.. (lips in eyes talk poetics about rising) been on the bedclothes, burn them. drunk on the exchange.. poisonous as we ever were.. i can't swing from the bottleneck or from the mouth of the floor but still the music dances been in on last din of blood, last restless vision burrowing into the socket. want me to sing? or grieve on the riverbank with my lungs held high? i'll be wishin red death to all the good graces discardin' the day old grapes / free the maggots.. drink to drugs. when the sword swallower screams, the audience screams too. there is no understanding between them. you don't get to be happy this time around. we don't. we will. the next one is the sky.. the next one is ruin. it hurts doesn't it? when the walls aren't closing in.. sitting in rainfall, drunk on clouds. go there go now never tell them you plan on stayin smell the salt and talk let it all be just fine |