[Mr. J]

The comparison, the embarrassment carried by ego
this tombstone, this casket, my prides buried in this deep hole
I've seen hope, seen hate devour the most civil of minds
laugh at the joke, but even mirrors expose the riddled disguise
crisis in the middle of life, dance with the devil in affair
we spiral into a black hole, swallowed by dimensional despair
fight inevitable repair, devoid of all function, enjoy destruction
on the fence about life. I guess you can call it buoyant consumption..
down in the valley where the gunshots echo
where any hope of normalcy is a one stop threshold..

Life's a trip..the ride holds conditions and rules
finish another pint, why would I listen to you?
I got this under control, so I put the bitch into cruise
driven by use of..depressants, stimulants & booze
ready to enlighten whenever the prisms are blue
paint the floor red, then let you crimson the roof
christen the youth with a different depiction of truth
wave good riddance to fools, allow admittance to few
the circles for winners, a whole different dimension to you
it's all about the experience, not about the fictional views
hand in the fire, no pulling back..no U turns or detours
crashed at the intersection, you crash, you burn..
should have listened before