pain hits my brain
without a touch of the same
taken by the crane flying by this train
to a world past these chains
So we hold to little things
like the rain running down your face
can I steal a little grace from my girlfriend trace
of beauty in your eyes entices the ugly side
attacking the other guys pride is my insane cry
don’t leave me don’t read me
you will want
to leave me
what a great year to be fifty
lift me to the sky and kiss the feet
of the Christ and the day light on the rise
fighting nothing until I can take you with me
trippy to find a siddhi in the sixties
But do you know the history
It’s like my tipsy friend benny
who fell through the life of a pity
being a love to life I appreciate with
My knees on the floor infront of you four
now there are swords swinging at my core
feminine and masculine energies split me
am I really alive or am I silly
are you gonna make fun of me
can’t you see I’ve never had that luxury
i can’t fit into this misery harmony
going on following my arm seem
get the hell off me
God is all of you
harmin’ the alarm sound
going on in this thong
now I long to be what you see
I farm the beauty of this sorrow in me
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