Spex - A conscripts conscious pt. 2

Spex - A conscripts conscious pt. 2

Wake up, smell the fresh air
Fill your lungs with zip of refreshment, breath
And feel the calming vibrations
Then go back to sleep, 'cause it's just me.. breathing

I want her there, wakin' up next to me
Adepting eyes to the frequency, arms stretched out gesturing
Every centimeter movement's done graceously
Unpatiently for the day to start the pressuring
But before work, we gotta get the breakfast made up
My religon and me making food in the direction of Mecca
Personal jesus without the apathy, laughter in trinity
We, connection making us trippeling it, both smiling giggeling
Fuck the ev'thing previous, period
Just a miracle how feelings mix into this, it's she and me
Against the world, my wonderchild, honeypie
Love ain't undefined, far from it... just divine
Until it turns into it's lullaby

It's like I'm red eyed on a tourist plane
Stuck with laughter, happiness and the usual pain
Like I washed my youth away, pulling to much bottles
Gun grabbed, had, and slowly I cock it..

Once every second week, twice a month!

Man I gotta' sleep
I'll holla back in a week