| This or that or what you will is all the same to me There’s danger almost everywhere as far as I can see
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| Careen them maybe if you can, charm my troubled soul
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| The farther I go, the worse I get
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| Electric current, my arms outstretched
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| I may be hostile, sick with rhyme
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| Spirit all-able, time is on my side
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| Destroys the funny plants, my dear
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| Go pull one at the root
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| You’ll find if I’m not at fault, unlucky rabbit’s foot
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| Deal me insincerity, clairvoyance is not an act
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| If there’s any concern, my nerves to soothe
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| But my face would never fuse in to be with you
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| I’m entertaining on the street, 12 degrees
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| To sweet college girls and friends with fleas
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| Dreaming our direction crazy, some real-life stories go Await sweet, crazed adventure, I want someone to know
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| It’s scary how I view my life to book, yet written and unsigned
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| A violent piece of addict grows, I live on borrowed time
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| Child-like, I was always a terror, I need to be held
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| Ammunition cynical, damn all memory
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| Shot glass hits the wall, time of victory |