Spirit of the jagged pipe
Brought me to detail
The attraction of secret dens
Seen awesome drooling pets
Of comfort and absent misery
Brats with altered, hidden egos.
Just can't help feeling prone
Become tough while emotionally depressed
Maniacs flying without wings
Consequential androids with a mission
Minute hands in awkward shaking
Smelling foils from old coffee boxes.
Big mistake with my first date
When the stone this time bleeds
Filled in filth and smoke
Matches and crystalline white residues
Burning spoonful of sugar en passe
Insatiable, stone cold ice boxes.
Bag carriers in measure reach
Old jokes are funny; we go for a gram
Burns, red bruises blue
From this impatient unchastised nose
Money values for the welfare
Of rich, bleeding bloodhounds gone.
So enjoy the bliss of amnesia
Winds rustling in silent luxury
Prosperous benefits in three minutes time
Whip up dirts to fling and pick
Hold me still from the joint's push
Labor for power or I'll be fresh news.
Bad strangers eased my guilt
By taking in more of the large chunks
Easily melted inside their heads
Suddenly became gifted orators
Weathering troubles with sci-fi lullabies
And a thousand and one Arabian stories.
Wasting time in hates and regret
The police might come any minute now
No prize for a fool's fragile innocence
Spent aplenty in faints and cries
While they huffed and puffed
And blew the house down.
