he walked on land,
his face is now his hands
he bartered near the sands
in the shade of the shallow lands
 
Sitting on a bench with a fist full of chocolates
A mist full of pissed off
pissing on all of it
Gumped is a forest
dumped by a mall; a bitch
Summed up as a misfit or a halibut.
Stomach for the taste of a mouth full of bullshit
Rummaged through the shakes like the sound of a quick fix
Fire to the spoon, yum, finger licking syringe
A serpent in the waiting room stands behind the curtains
Humbled by the quake of cigarettes and smoke,
Put your ear into the sky you can hear it through the notes,
no joke.
Heart attack then stroke.
double bypass was a laugh not an antidote
 
Put your ear into the sky you can hear it through the notes
no joke.
 
he walked on land,
his face is now his hands
he bartered near the sands
in the shade of the shallow lands
 
Standing in a line with a coat full of dynamite
The pterodactyl arms are as scary as their own bite
empowered by a rifle, imposed by a false might
towered by the hype and the aim for a fist fight
cowards try to pry for a dollar and a small prize
empty out the register and try to save your own life
or you can die right here on sight
no hero in the headlines
a villain chilling primetime
put a cherry on top, yeah that sounds about right
30 virgins deep in the terror of a dark night
a stopwatch connected to a series of sharp knifes
a detonator running wild to a thumb and a smile
catch you in a while
clutter in the casket,
fill it up with hatchets
and bullets to take life