a brainless skull tangled with thoughts,
of overgrown moss that had played on my heart,
bloating its veins to a green-colored clot.
i lie awake.
guilt-ridden insomniac, starving for some rest
still livin above the laundromat where i can see my breath
thinkin about your Pontiac, the one that i had wrecked
listenin to Rob Zombie tracks while barbecuing meth
i've hidden behind this awful mask that acts like it's my friend
a skin that simply copycats our latest social trends
i've got a pocket full of witty comments, but my soul will bravely melt
these eyes have fallen from its sockets and now i have to face myself
the cherry of my Newport sizzles softly in my ears
i've waited many years to see the day the fog would clear
where the clouds would take a seat and allow the light to leak through
and the crowds upon the streets would decide to take a peek too
no more self-afflicted blows to these terrific chiseled cheekbones
no more fractures to the skull from the smack and dope i'd reach fo'
a gorgeous sky had skinned me alive just so it could save me
but these tortured minds don't actually die
so consider me a newborn baby
sorry @
MMLP