I gotta pocket full of sunshine;
A mind full of clouds.
Lungs filled with laughter;
My conscience dulls the sounds.
Living life, simplicity, brain storms, epiphany
Learned to love the lonesome road
that being born had given me.
Cold sweats in a cool room,
Appreciate the full moons.
Dance with demons, destroy, upheave em;
Leading them back to a fool's tomb.
I'm cancerous; I'm just draining surroundings,
The thought of me dying alone is astounding...
Where in the hell would you be without me?
Living out nightmares as you're sleeping soundly.
Contradicting contradictions suppressing suspicions,
I imagine me loving you, then i cancel the visions.
Acting unruly as a matter of fact you can sue me
For bending backwards for bastards that can't handle me moody.
I don't try to be cool see, people push an they pull me,
In so many different directions that I just ignore all the bull steeze.
I gotta pocket full of sunshine;
A mind full of clouds.
Lungs filled with anger;
My conscience dulls the sounds.
Living life, monotony, trying not to stop and freeze,
Ignoring all the notions
since emotions have all forgotten me.
Cold sweats in a cool room,
Appreciate the full moons,
They're a constant reminder that one day
I'll resign to a fools tomb.
Mind splattered with pieces of anti-matter like thesis'
Brain waves exploding such a beautiful sequence.
Insanities a catastrophe in the eye of the sane,
I yearn for understanding so in the sky I remain.
Follow me onward into the tomb as I smile,
Because my horroscope is cancer, but you can call me moon-child.
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