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phoney prophets, clones and baloney promises
lonely roads full of dope and a blown scholarship
a mopey dome with a mouth full of soap, talking shit
totally shot, his home and his homies are not synonymous
mostly confident, spacey and undermined
the codeine's rotten his waste of a manic mind
hes closely watching and waiting through space and ecstatic time
an abomination, he waits for a chance to apologize..
to his mother.. to his family.. with a wish..
to be happy, back to the man who he planned to be as a kid
admit his past full of tragedy, sadness and loneliness
just to get the hand of his family and bask in a loving grip
a numbing bliss, its a kick from a drum kit, it's something rich
its becoming a drug, a junkie, a drunken fuzzy abyss
its funny the weight of love, its amazing the way it hits
gets rid of the hatred, its sacred and infinite
so epic and never known, poetic and set in stone,
melodic, a sonnet, a fucking rocket of metronome
a bomb, its a prophet, a toxic shot from some chronic dope
a monster with its logic, astonishing, you just let it grow
gotta plant the seed and just crush the panic
magically conceived into something massive
a fantasy to see if you crush the sadness, bust the madness
fasten up ya seat belt, and watch it happen
i was raised an atheist, always meant to believe
in something sounding like fate, in something greater than me
in something opposing hatred, the glowing falling of leaves
all the mornings Ive spent on raking, the flow of the autumn breeze
a master of fake smiles, trained to remain uncertain
a permanent stained mind with the rage of a hurting person
scolding burning insidious gritty stench of the ocean
with penicillin injections to kill the sense of importance