I have that fever… I have to sweat it out over the paper… I have to burn completely, I have to go deeper.
I can make this filthy, indigestible place look like shining cities for you, baby
I can bet my life on it
And that’s good for something… right?
Only thing I need is a pen and a paper… the world around me untouchable vapor… waiting for the arrival of your eventual taper.
You can call my name in the dead of the night
And I’ll sing you a sweet lullaby of scribbles and cracks and squiggles
The world in my hands will eventually fall
Who convinced God to let me carry it all?
How can I dream things so big when I feel so small?
Me and this mind of mine are stuck like glue… Never let it still, why try to?… every move I make there’s a new point of view.
My cuts open up
When I turn to you, love
Take a hot air balloon ride
Inside my mind
And get lit as a candle stick
Everyone’s self esteem is fucked
They forgot how to live, they forgot how to touch
Without thinking and rehearsing and talking so much
I can hear the wheels in my head turning up smoke… Gotta try not to drop, gotta try not to choke… without help from a snort, without help from a toke.
There’s no drug you could take
Or scream you could make
Or rule you could break…
To stop me
I am chaos embodied
The words flow from me like silk and flow through me like sweet heroin
Only when I’m dead will I rest again
I Expect That
And Accept that
And Respect That
I’ll never live normally…
Should I mind?