I'd like to say I keep my experiences positive
but sometimes all that's on my mind is the consequence
of things I did last night and in the morning as a response to it
With two butts left, I'm in my death bed - restless
Piecing together events and all the quips I last said
When I was at my wit's end and pushing on fumes exhausted
I understand finally my purpose is to perpetrate sin
Propagate sin, and and by all means, keep to the encouraging
Of little minds turning to mush, drowning in gin
And whole moths dusting up your eyelids
Barely sober anymore, you're my most successful project
My blooming prospect, the culmination of my investment
So keep testing, keep pushing the boundaries I placed you in
Until the day you become the greatest thing I'll wish was dead
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