WK4 : NYCSpitz(2-1) vs. Dead man(2-1) -- NYC 7-2

[dead man]

see


i want to feel anxiety. terror and paranoia
acid and serotonin. sodium. snacks and a pair of sodas
relax and watch a genocide across the pacific
eye of the tiger, mind of a murderer, heart of a critic
snipers on the rim get your binoculars fast
check the choppers crash cliffside. suede-jacket bomber advance
imagination gravitate towards concept and action
its not complicated as long as you allow it to happen
flower blossom planted. tall-grass garden, Alice the Wunderkind
film-reel photographic trigger my nostalgia for summertime
rubber button. rewind. scenery and months of rehearsal
my views idealistic. my remote, universal
i want to witness death and grieve but only pretend
conquer Rome for a century. wander home at the end
campfire counsel. oak, hibiscus, soldiers at 7
mercenaries at 20 and all hungover at breakfast
jumping over gorges in a Porsche 911
its believable once madness is the source of your method
script draft prescription medicine distorting perception
horses gallop in formation at the floor of the crescent
barefoot at the pond where frogs are captured in jars
until reality calls. the focus shifts, the channel is paused
i want to feel adventure. feel mortality, danger
gunslinger. travel east where thunder claps in a chamber
katana fights in autumn where the skies burn red
lose my mind with the assurance i can find it again
if all in all, we're bricks for walls, it's gonna be fine
once it grows too overwhelming you can cover your eyes
if all in all, we're bricks for walls, it's perfectly right
cause we can paint the surface any color we like


deadman