Ridiculous, now pity this
Thoughts, nits and shrapnel
Caught in pills and capsules
All built with gravel, written in shadows
A mind spinning off words jus' to kill its axis
Charcoal of talent, twisted bits and fragments
Skill has vanished, gotten lock, stock and sealed in caskets
Gutted, reeled and tampered, bleeding cancerous
And I used to plead romantics, preaching answers
Guess a new seed's planted
Evil and angry
Another lonely season home in lonely Sweden
Were summer's bringin' smokepuffs breathing
Couldn't enjoy my vacation in Oslo either
To all the hopeless people who's love lost reason
To every girl without co-oped feelings
To every corporate being:
Emotions are cold and evil
This is my tombstone
Read it
norman bates behemot
bubba fett alfred bello
arthur's detour azazello
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