[Wise Wiggles]

I want to see life for what it really is. Cut oblivion
Straight to the point: blood, obsidian
All this dust-slipping is fucking limiting
I want that love-primitive. Morgue stuff,
Alive in the sheets. Dumbfounded phonies
Time to round up the homies & drive to the beach
I guess this sky is in reach, deceiving humble
Too much free time, & weekend struggles
You breathe fine... Right up until you don't
God's humor is a nice unfulfilling joke
Nights that filter hope. Everything is suicide
Pills that float. Why's it still a rope?
Go about your stress amidst bright civilian croak
Scoundrel depth, found in webs of giant heart
Scrounge for weapons; all the Mics on Mars
Countless precious, just hide the scars
Facial hair camouflage. Face the bear & counter odds
Society's poison, we all dream of tasting it
Roller rink of older things. Memory awakening
Ferment the steam of graciousness
No one's laughing. Take my soul
Wish your buds were duds when the nasty taste explodes
And them happy days erode
To suck the life outta you, like playing patty-cake with Rogue
We masturbate the goals, learn to toy & tease
Back breaker, trying to earn a coin & sleep
Maaaan, I'll tell ya, I think that urn is holding ME
I want his presence to shiver through my every
But there's no way out, the swimming pool's tide deadly
Crushing. Slamming. All us motherfucker's sandwiched
All us motherfuckers want to touch the animal
I NEED to soak it in, what you think I bust the camera for?
& I bet this planet's end stays comfortable inside my camera lense
I can't pretend I don't carve rhymes upon the phantom-bench
Etch into every crevice of this castle's spread
Row off into the bottle & get them paddle's wet
Hit it harder than ever
Throwing tantrums pacing myself, like carpet to Shredder
They never tell you that the hardest part is forever

Never.