Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
106. Nuclear Ether
Wipe away those inspiral carpet burns
They don't need to last so long on yer buns
Tight-ass lies and tied up tongues
Seeing as though you pierce my lungs
With all that you have to say to me
Your akin to a midsummer memory
Dream away the old red plasticine
Moving along alone on this epileptic scene.
Dream, dream away your rainy days
For last night I came of age
The sun has set, My body hurts
Our bodies writhed, covered in dirt
Can you feel
This is truely real?
The sahara sand is so damned hot
You teach me to be who I'm not
Through bad habits in a melting pot
Kill me now, I wanna be shot.
Apache rifles whilstle through the air
Stand in line, if you can only dare
To be the life for which I only care
There's something more out there.....
You told me so just the other day
That life is only moderate fame...
Dream, dream away your rainy days
For last night I came of age
The sun has set, My body hurts
Our bodies writhed, covered in dirt
Can you feel
This is truely real?
This life has naturally passed
The asbestos lungs I hold should soon now blast
Into the life that we both fear
The life of death of nuclear ether
To stand alone on this one plain
I need you to be the one that's sane
We are all slowly dying
One of us is real, and the others lying!
Dream, dream away your rainy days
For last night I came of age
The sun has set, My body hurts
Our bodies writhed, covered in dirt
Can you feel
This is truely real?
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