CRACK PIPES…
i´d give a twenty-one gunshot salute/ with the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won´t shoot/ and all is well because there´s been one too many shots/ the sterile robots want to talk to me about detox/ stop the presses/ there´s been a update delivered via one-thirty AM phonecall/ when an only half informitive source talks descretely…
Meet me/ at the family room at the side of the intensive care unit/ immediately i´ll carry a tune the siren so loud can´t hear my music/ keep free/ of negative thoughts everything will be fine we all assumed / that it would go back to the way things were/ that it would go back to normal soon/ saw the moon in a way that we never seen it before when we looked up that night/ into the sky, wandering why? / looking for answers guess i aint asked right/ i´m guessing most of y´all out there know exactly what thats like, what thats like / now tell me what´s that like?…
Bara fyrri hlutinn, skrifaði bara eftir minni svo það gætu verið villur…en samt snilld!..