screen singing through soft blue
that day was good
(said hello. then goodbye, collar limp)
cardboard coffins can do the same
no form, no content
i said goodbye to man's best friend
Track Name: Fats
i could be agoraphobic, but my worst fear is when i'm stuck in my mind
As i slip through every subconscious thought, my worst fear becomes my psychotic lisp.
(celibate, hanging from the ceiling fan.
Let him know that i wasnt the bigger man)
How simple is the life that i pursue
The ghost's that haunt me are the same that appease you.
(a turbine blade, that cut into your subtlety)
i wasted every day
Remember how we laughed and spilled pop on year old memories
I sickly yelped through some ink tainted looseleaf
I wouldn't make it through another year anyway