| Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
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| But I love instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
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| I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
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| 'til it’s purple and collapsed from the digging
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| Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
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| Surfaces will crack from the circles that I’ve ran in the city
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| City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
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| Rip me into little shreds I’m filthy
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| Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
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| Kiss me 'til I’m innocent and kill me really
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| I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
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| I’m nosy that’s too obvious for Cody
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| Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
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| Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
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| And it’s an arcane parlay but hearts aren’t really heart shaped are they
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| I don’t really know why but today is different from the last
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| I don’t want to waste no time in wishing it would last
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| I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
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| That this moment doesn’t seem like a symptom of the past
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| I’m alive skipping by a land mine softly
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| Ship is gonna capsize probably it’s okay
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| I’ll make my own way that’s my hobby
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| I don’t want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
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| And that means that I’d pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times
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| As days-days go by and leave
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| Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies
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| And take-take both sides of me
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| I’ve fallen into more pieces than are countable
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| But put 'em back in a sequence that amounts
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| I’m fiending for an out that can set me free from writer’s block
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| I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
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| Yea and they say when it rains it pours
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| I’ll splash in puddles when I know I can’t evade the storm
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| I’ll burn another bridge just to make it warm
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| Then I’ll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
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| This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
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| If I run quick enough then I’ll come into some
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| Symptoms of innocence when it’s crushed into dust
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| If I wasn’t in love with it just give it up
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| I’m feeling cold and under pressure
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| And hide my nervousness with silence
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| But when a coal is under pressure
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| That’s when it turns into a diamond
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| I’ve been in front of the line of fire to hold still
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| Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
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| Don’t cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
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| You either take the higher road or be the road kill
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| On September the first 2007, I learned what it’s like to feel the world
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| collapse beneath me
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| To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the
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| first place
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| And the only thought you do have, is that when you finally land you hope it’s
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| hard enough that no piece of you will be discovered again
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| You see.
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| I watched my hero die that day my friends
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| And so far I have survived every day since
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| I have no choice but forward while being gnawed on by the birds of prey
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| Praying that I never have to take another step in the same direction
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| I am the deliverer of ashes
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| A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
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| And while I missed the pieces of myself that have been killed by my own hands
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| I celebrate the ones that I have created since
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| I have reinvented myself more times than I care to count and each one is a
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| little less beautiful than the last which leads me to here, the now
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| The culmination of every moment of my life and I want nothing more than to tear
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| every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what’s been hiding
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| underneath
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| Because these are the flowers for my father |