Weird Lines...

[Zen]

I'm piecing the fragments of dropped weed in the mattress
To fire up and release me from madness til I'm knee deep in ashes
And then I breathe what I see til I believe that it's magic...
...My disease is tragic...
I'm at peace in a casket seeing deep into the fabric
Of beliefs and tactics til I gain expertise on these matters...
...isn't this dream just a pattern being schemed with disasters?...
Possibly. It probably seems like I'm scattered.
I am.
I'm diseased, a master, who preaches to pastors til they see that they're bastards!!!...
...There we go again. That's why I'm scared to hold a pen
Because with each air I'm holding in I'm trying not to tear these phonies in...
Who cares? It's over Zen. Grab yourself a chair and fold it in
And don't be scared. You're prepared for this moment man.
...It's official, I'm fucked.
Equipped with a pistol and gloves stashed in my rental tux.
A mental klutz sent here to riddle a little too much...
....This shit ain't beta tested.
I'm tryna convey a message could you bitches please just wait a second!?
As I was sayin, here's my lesson funded with the tax payers blessing
So as I'm spraying my dressing remember to let everyone share in their investment.
Are you still here? Why?
This has all just been weird...lines.